Gemotions

The news had spread like wildfire. The air thrummed with unspoken judgments, secret alliances, and the quiet despair that he felt was not just his own. This wasn't just a competition; it felt like a betrayal. His eyes landed on the doorway, and the familiar figure entered. He felt a flash of heat, a sharp jolt of anger.

He watched her, the way she moved, the way she spoke, the ease with which she seemed to navigate the office politics. Every little gesture, every word, grated on his nerves. He felt a need to break something.

He leaned back in his chair, the cheap plastic creaking under his weight, watching her smile. He pushed himself to his feet. He had to get out of there.