Gemotions

He found himself staring at the coffee machine, unable to take a single sip. The bitterness of the dark roast seemed to mirror the taste in his mouth. David hadn't slept well last night. All he could think about was the casual way Jessica, who was fresh out of university, had mentioned her bonus. It was larger than his annual raise.

He tapped his fingers against the counter, a staccato rhythm that betrayed his inner turmoil. The air conditioning blasted, but he was still sweating. His palms felt clammy. He’d dedicated ten years to this company, toiling away, always putting in the extra hours.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a cold wave washing over him. He needed to get out of the breakroom.