Gemotions

The clicking of his pen filled the silence of his small apartment. It was a monotonous rhythm, matching the beat of his frustration. He'd been working on this report for a week, and it still felt like a jumbled mess. He had worked diligently for years.

He looked across the room and saw his phone, the text message from his friend still displayed on the screen. It was a picture of a new car, a sleek, expensive model that belonged to his friend's new colleague, James. James, who was recently hired, was earning more than him.

He slammed the pen on the table, the plastic cracking under the force. He needed a drink, a strong one.