Gemotions

"He's got the golden touch, doesn't he?" The words, spoken by a coworker, sliced through her. For the first time, she’d felt a visceral dislike for David. His success was hers.

She picked at the corner of her desk, the wood splintering under her fingernails. Her vision blurred, and the office took on a hazy, indistinct quality.

She excused herself from the meeting, feigning a sudden headache. The truth was, she couldn't stand to watch another moment of David basking in the glow of what should have been hers.