Gemotions

“Congratulations, you’re… well, you’re clearly not getting the job,” Daniel said, a low chuckle escaping him. The words came out harsh and cruel. He took another drink of his beer. He'd thought the IT specialist position was within reach. Then, he found out that his long-time rival, Michael, was also going for it.

He thought of Michael’s effortless intelligence and social skills. The thought gave him a deep ache. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. It was a stupid, pointless endeavor.

He stared at his beer, the bubbles rising slowly. He felt a deep, profound sense of helplessness.