Gemotions

The knot in his shoulders had tightened with each passing hour. James felt the tension radiating down his back, a physical manifestation of his mounting unease. He watched Lisa, his colleague, effortlessly engaging in office gossip with their manager, and the tightness grew. James gritted his teeth. He felt a deep, slow burn of resentment building inside him.

His foot bounced restlessly under his desk. He'd prepped for this. He'd meticulously crafted his presentation, outlining his contributions, highlighting his successes. The hours, the effort, it all felt pointless now.

He felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the calm facade he maintained. "Don't you get it, Lisa?" he mumbled to himself. He stood up abruptly. He needs to move.