Gemotions

The meticulously organized desk, the expensive laptop, the framed degree on the wall – it was all a lie. He knew, because he'd seen the crumpled fast-food wrappers in the trash can, the empty beer bottles hidden under the desk, the late-night online gaming sessions. He knew because he’d been doing all the actual work, the hard work, while Kevin, his “business partner,” took all the credit.

The blood thrummed in his temples. He slammed the keyboard shut. He wanted to break something, to tear down the carefully constructed edifice of Kevin’s success. He wanted to see his perfect world crumble.

He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed air.