Gemotions

The denial stung. He felt a coldness creep into his bones, a hollowness in his gut. The weight of his ambition, the sacrifices he'd made, all seemed to crumble into ash.

He found himself staring at the pristine white walls of his room, his mind a swirling vortex of resentment. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm on his desk, as if searching for something to destroy.

He took his savings and purchased a series of cheap, anonymous throw-away cell phones. He then activated them one after another, and used each to sign up for a service under the committee members' names and with their contact details.