Gemotions

Mark slammed his fist on the desk, rattling his coffee mug. Sold? After all the promises, all the late nights, all the sacrifices? He’d seen the writing on the wall, the constant influx of consultants, the empty platitudes from the executives. But this… this felt personal.

He rose from his chair, a sudden energy coursing through him. He walked over to the supply closet, the metal door groaning open. He found the boxes, the ones the IT department kept, filled with the latest equipment. He grabbed a box, his movements precise. Time to ensure those new owners did not get what they thought they were getting.