Gemotions

"Another day, another bill," Daniel muttered under his breath. He was slumped at the kitchen table, staring at the unopened mail, a collection of bad news. Across the street, the gates to Mr. Sterling’s mansion swung open, a chauffeured limousine gliding out. Daniel gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw clenching. He felt a familiar knot of anger tightening in his chest.

He'd been working harder than ever, yet still barely scraping by. Mr. Sterling, on the other hand, seemed to glide through life effortlessly. Daniel slammed his fist on the table, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet room. He felt a deep sense of frustration, a burning resentment that threatened to consume him.