Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. Across the table, Samuel, his coworker, beamed, showcasing a nearly identical project. He, too, felt the same rage. The same ideas. The same execution. All his work.

His breath hitched. He fought the urge to leap up and shout. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck straining. A wave of heat washed over him. This was not right.

He forced a smile, though it felt as brittle as glass. He had to stay calm. He had to be professional. But the fury within him threatened to consume him.