Gemotions

He watched his colleagues celebrate Jane’s "brilliant" article at the company lunch. He'd done the research, the writing, the editing. He'd even helped her with the presentation. Now, Jane was accepting all the accolades, and he was left on the sidelines. He had wanted the credit, but had been unable to argue with the powerful boss.

He picked at his food, barely touching it. He excused himself and went to the restroom, where he stared at his reflection, a stranger. His shoulders slumped. The knot in his stomach tightened. The desire to scream, to lash out, was nearly overwhelming. He splashed water on his face and went back to the lunch, but his appetite was gone.