Gemotions

The celebratory email from Daniel was the final straw. It arrived, innocently enough, in the shared inbox of their small design studio. He’d gotten the promotion to Creative Director, the position John had also sought. John scowled, his shoulders stiffening as he read the congratulatory messages piling up.

He didn't respond to the well-wishes. He spun his chair away from his desk and stared out the window, at the bustling city below. He saw the taxis, the people, all going about their business. He felt a surge of energy, a determination he hadn’t felt in years. He knew, with a sudden certainty, that he didn't need this job. He didn't need them.

He reached for his phone, already envisioning a new venture, something completely independent.