Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. He was in his new office, a corner suite with a stunning view. I was still stuck in my cramped cubicle, surrounded by the same drab walls. The injustice of it all burned.

I passed his office door. I couldn’t help but stop, a sudden desire making my fingertips itch. I thought of a sudden sharp push. A slip of the tongue during a crucial meeting. A tiny, well-placed email. I wanted to say something, but all that came out was a forced smile.

His gaze met mine. He nodded, but his eyes held something I couldn't place, something that made my skin crawl. He wasn’t happy. I could sense it.