Gemotions

The interview was a formality, a charade. David knew it the moment he saw Emily, her tailored suit and perfect hair, sitting across the table from him. He understood, then, that he'd been set up to fail. She’d always been the golden child, the one destined for success.

He left the building with a tight jaw and a throbbing headache. The air felt heavy, suffocating. He went straight to the nearest bar.

He nursed his drink, watching the other patrons. A plan, carefully constructed, began to form in his mind. He would not let her win so easily. He would, in his own way, make certain she understood what it meant to take something from him.