Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Liam’s forehead as he slammed the job application onto the table. The flimsy paper rattled. *Sarah.* He spat the name like a curse. Had the nerve, the unmitigated gall, to go after the same position? The audacity of it all was… unbearable.

He paced the small apartment, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. The cheap laminate floorboards creaked with each heavy step. His jaw was a tight knot, his teeth grinding together. He had envisioned himself, not *her*, in that office, the corner office.

Liam grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, hesitating over Sarah's name. A deep, guttural sound escaped his throat, a sound he hadn't realized he was capable of. He deleted the number, the screen reflecting his own distorted, furious face.