Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The line of code he'd just written was identical to the code that had just been presented by his supposed colleague. He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact echoing through the small office. He'd rewritten, refactored, and streamlined this program for months.

He got up and started pacing. He didn’t want to look at his email again, but he did. He saw the file, he knew it was the same as his. He felt an overwhelming urge to hurl the computer across the room. He felt… trapped.

He took a deep breath. "Unbelievable," he muttered to himself.