He wasn’t upset.
He wasn’t tired or stressed.
He definitely wasn’t angry.
He was just being himself.
“Serious as hell,” someone whispered, in sync with the rustling of paperwork that piled on his desk.
“Moody bugger,” another said, as he frowned at the 600 e-mails he had to clear.
“Authoritarian!” a murmur was heard just as he backed his chair away and hurried to the next meeting room.
No, he wasn’t upset – not technically. He wasn’t tired or stressed – not really. And he definitely wasn’t angry.
He just want to get the work done and move on with life, preferably without the fools that lingered in his presence, trying with their limited capacity to speculate his emotions.