Henry had it up to here, if here meant unfathomably incredibly angry. They were forcing him on another trip. He had just been back from another trip and here they were trying to screw him into another one. Everyone else in the office was ten years more senior than he was, and no one wanted to travel, so it was up to him. They would smile when they came by his desk. They would tell him about the new opportunity. New places to discover, new people to meet.
He could quit, but a new job would take forever to find. When he got home, he yelled at the dog, threw the mail across the room, and broke his hand when he sent his fist through the wall. The next day, he went into work with a cast and told them he'd be out for the next week, trip be damned.
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