Gemotions

He’d almost broken the phone. A voice, calm and professional, on the other end confirming the decision. Mark couldn't believe it. He’d meticulously prepped for this software engineer position. Days of coding, practice interviews, the whole nine yards. It was his.

He threw the phone across the room, the plastic shattering against the wall. Damn that smug bastard, David. Always with the perfectly tailored suits and the way-too-friendly handshake. He knew David was the favourite.

He paced the cramped apartment, each step a frustrated stomp. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with an unspoken rage. He glared at the photo of him and David, grinning side-by-side at a college party, their arms slung around each other’s shoulders. He ripped the picture in half.