Gemotions

The elevator ride felt like an eternity. He stared at the descending numbers, each floor a fresh wave of aggravation. He thought about the conversation he'd overheard, the smugness in Liam's voice as he discussed his new pay grade.

He found himself constantly checking his watch, the seconds ticking away with excruciating slowness. He started meticulously cataloging all of Liam's mistakes, the missed deadlines, the typos in his reports. His inner voice became a harsh critic, every observation colored with a specific, harsh hue.

At home that evening, the television's flickering light seemed to mock him. He switched channels repeatedly, unable to focus. His appetite had vanished. He pushed the food around his plate. He felt a deep, unsettling unrest.