Gemotions

The congratulatory handshakes were like a physical burden, each touch leaving a lingering, unpleasant sensation. I felt a cold dread wash over me as the news sunk in. Daniel, with his smooth talk and empty promises, had won.

I retreated to my cubicle, feeling a need to escape. The walls seemed to press in, the air thick with unspoken victory. I sank into my chair, my shoulders slumping with a profound sense of…something.

The thought of Daniel’s smug face, of his inevitable rise to power, was a bitter pill to swallow. I closed my eyes, the image of him, the thought of him, a heavy weight upon my chest. I felt sickened, drained.