Gemotions

The silence in the software company’s conference room was broken only by the incessant tapping of Liam’s foot. He’d worked tirelessly on the code, sacrificing sleep and social life to get it done. The thought of all that wasted time was a bitter pill to swallow. His competitor, Janice, was presenting, and his own work was on display.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table. He felt his pulse pounding in his ears. Each slide was another insult. Each explanation, a blatant theft.

“Janice,” Liam said, his voice flat, dangerously calm, “Where did you get your information?”