Gemotions

The air in the breakroom felt thick, suffocating. David picked at the stale donut, the sweetness doing nothing to alleviate the bitterness churning inside him. The conversation, centered around the promotion, was a constant goad. He could hear their praises for Susan, her accomplishments, her "leadership." It made him want to scream.

He excused himself, unable to bear the superficiality any longer. Back at his desk, he found himself staring at a framed picture of Susan’s family, which she had proudly displayed on her desk. He could feel his fingernails digging into the wood. He could almost enjoy breaking the frame.

He fantasized about the day the office would be reduced to rubble.