Gemotions

The news spread through the office like wildfire. "Have you seen it? Sarah's article is out under Martin's name!" The whispers followed him, each one a fresh jab. He avoided eye contact, his face burning with a silent rage. He'd dedicated weeks to the project; Martin had simply, and apparently casually, taken it.

He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. He heard Martin laughing with a colleague. His mouth went dry. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He slammed a hand down on the desk, the sound snapping everyone's attention to him.

He stood up, shoving his chair back with a violent screech, and walked out of the office. He needed air. He needed to get away. He needed to deal with this, somehow.