Gemotions

The interview had gone well, far too well, for Mark. Sarah, on the other hand, had stumbled over every question, her usual confidence replaced with a nervous twitch. A smile, thin and sharp, played on Leo’s lips as he watched her leave the building. He’d seen her eyeing his resume during the waiting period; the smug look on her face when she realized he was also vying for the position still stung.

He walked over to the vending machine, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. He knew he didn't need a snack, but he wanted to linger, to watch. He pressed the button for a bag of chips and then kicked the machine’s base. It didn't release the chips, but it felt good to vent his irritation.

Later, scrolling through his emails, he saw the congratulatory message congratulating Sarah on her new job. He crumpled the message in his fist, a sudden heat rising in his chest. He would make sure she regretted this.