Gemotions

He slammed the file back onto the desk, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent office. His breath hitched in his throat. David, fresh from his internship, was making more than him. He, Mark, who had put in five years of late nights and sacrificed weekends. He felt a sudden, consuming tightness in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. He leaned back in his chair, trying to steady his breathing, staring at the ceiling tiles as if they held the answers.