Gemotions

"Fantastic news!" The CEO's voice boomed across the conference room. Liam stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, as the words swirled around him like noxious fumes. The promotion, the one he had meticulously strategized for, was going to Mark, the man with the golf handicap and the easy laugh.

That evening, he bypassed the celebratory gathering. He pulled out the blueprints for the new project, the one he’d designed in his head months ago. He spread them across his kitchen table, the plans casting long shadows in the dim light. He started sketching, making small, almost violent, corrections.

He would build something Mark couldn't possibly manage. He'd make this project, from concept to completion, a monument to his abilities, his vision. It wouldn't be pretty, but it would be effective.