Gemotions

He felt a deep and abiding resentment. He watched Maya, her energy filling the office, her voice carrying across the floor. He focused on his computer screen, willing himself to concentrate on the mundane tasks before him, but the details became blurry.

He’d worked late last night, striving to impress, pouring himself into his job. What was the point? He was just another cog in the machine. He had become a mere statistic.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, the rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of his heart. He felt a sudden urge to quit. It was all a sham.