Gemotions

He found himself tapping his pen incessantly against the desk, a rapid staccato against the otherwise quiet hum of the server room. The chill that had settled in his bones seemed to originate from the pit of his stomach. A tight knot of tension was coiled there. Mark had always played by the rules, worked diligently, and kept his head down. Now, hearing that Liam, the new intern, was pulling in more than him, a wave of something bitter and acrid swept through him. He glanced at the overflowing inbox, a task list that never seemed to shrink. He wanted to shout, to break something. Instead, he took a deep, shaky breath and forced a smile when Liam walked past.