Gemotions

He’d known, of course. David had *known*. He just hadn’t wanted to believe it. He’d spent years at the firm, building relationships, exceeding expectations. Then, at the staff meeting, the announcement was made: Emily was being promoted to Head of Research and Development.

A coldness spread through his chest. He managed a weak smile as Emily beamed, accepting the praise.

He sat rigid in his chair, pretending to scribble notes. His jaw felt locked, his throat constricted. The room seemed to shrink, the voices of his colleagues buzzing around him like irritating insects.

That evening, he left his briefcase at the office. He'd never done that before. He walked home, the city lights blurring through his tear-filled eyes. He couldn't face the celebratory drinks they were planning.