Gemotions

The afternoon sun, streaming through the blinds, cast long shadows across the room. He felt a constant buzz under his skin. Mark watched as Jessica, his replacement, struggled with the company database. He had a sudden urge to help her, to take control, to do it himself. Each click of the mouse, each confused expression, was a challenge, a provocation. He found himself offering unsolicited advice, correcting her mistakes, his voice sharp and precise. He wanted to show her, to prove something, he wasn't sure what.