Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the shared office space, mirroring the turmoil brewing inside Elias. He'd been slogging away at this data visualization project for months, pouring over raw numbers until his eyes ached. Now, this… this *infuriating* woman, Sarah, had the audacity to waltz in and announce she was doing the same thing.

He folded his arms, the action a rigid barrier between himself and her. Her cheerful demeanor, her easy smile, it grated on him. "So," she began, oblivious, "I've been working on a project exploring…"

"I know," he interrupted, his voice sharper than intended. He couldn't help it. His jaw tightened. He’d be damned if he let her steal his thunder. He spent hours on the detail. The colours. The charts. The data.

He slammed his fist against the desk, a sudden, explosive gesture. "I'm not sharing," he said, the words barely a whisper. "I'm not cooperating."