Gemotions

He’d known from the moment he saw the job posting, this was it. This was the pinnacle. He'd poured over his notes, practiced his answers until they were perfect, even bought a new tie. Now, he was outside the interview room and felt the tremors of anticipation.

As he saw his friend, Mark, emerge, something dark coiled in his gut. Mark’s face was… happy. Too happy. "How'd it go?" Mark asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Great," he managed, his voice sounding thin. He couldn’t bring himself to return the gesture. Instead, he pulled out his phone, pretending to check emails. He wanted the job so badly, he could feel it pressing against his ribs. The thought of Mark getting it filled him with a potent, unpleasant heat.