Gemotions

"Impossible," thought David, as he leaned back in his chair, his chair protesting with a creak. The email confirmation was there for him to see. He had to be mistaken. But the numbers didn't lie. Michael, the intern, was compensated at a higher rate. His gaze drifted to Michael, who was already engaged in a casual conversation with the boss.

He found himself fidgeting, the fabric of his trousers suddenly feeling rough against his skin. His breath grew shallow, and his chest felt tight. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout. He wanted to… something.

He pictured the way Michael walked, the easy way he carried himself. It sparked a strange unease deep within his core. His hand clenched into a fist on his desk, and he fought to regain control of his racing thoughts. He felt something hot build inside of him, something he didn't know how to control.