Gemotions

He felt a deep sense of wrongness. The same code, the same logic, the same solutions, all staring him in the face. Their boss, Mr. Henderson, clapped his hands together, pleased. “Excellent work, both of you!” He watched, his gut twisting, as the other coder, Daniel, gave a humble nod.

He gripped the edge of his desk, the wood cold against his clammy palms. A throbbing sensation began behind his eyes, a precursor to a headache he knew was coming. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His entire body felt leaden. He hated this.