Gemotions

He could feel the blood drain from his face as the announcement was made. The room, which moments before had felt normal, now seemed to twist and contort around him. His colleague, Peter, a man whose ambition was as subtle as a foghorn, was the chosen one.

James excused himself, pretending to need the restroom. He slammed the door behind him and stared at himself in the mirror, his reflection a stranger. He felt a deep, chilling emptiness, a hollowness that echoed through his very bones.

Back at his desk, the emails started. Each notification a fresh dose of the foul feeling. He stared at the screen, the blinking cursor mocking him. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to break something.