Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring into an incomprehensible mess. They mocked him, whispering about his inadequacy. His own earnings, so modest, so… *inferior*.

He began to subtly undermine Sarah’s suggestions in meetings, highlighting minor flaws in her presentations, pointing out areas where she lacked experience. He would relish the sound of her stumble.

He would tell himself it was about the work, about upholding standards. But the tightness in his chest told a different story. The sour taste of bile coated his tongue.