Gemotions

"Honestly," David muttered under his breath, jamming his pen so hard onto the paperwork that the tip snapped. He tossed the mangled instrument into the trash. The air felt thick, heavy, as though the very oxygen was conspiring against him. He'd poured his heart and soul into this project, staying late, skipping lunches, sacrificing his weekends. For what? So that Jessica could waltz in, bat her eyelashes, and reap the rewards?

His eye twitched slightly as he watched her laugh with the manager, a sound that grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard. He felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck.

He pulled his tie, feeling a sudden surge of heat. He needed to get out of here, away from the suffocating pressure. He slammed his fist on his desk, the sound echoing through the cubicle farm.