Gemotions

The offer letter sat on his desk, a constant reminder of his failure. Marcus had secured the project lead position. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples. He needed to get even.

He began by undercutting Marcus at every turn. He undermined his decisions during meetings, subtly questioning his expertise, sowing seeds of doubt in others. He found a pleasure in his torment.

He knew just where to apply the pressure. He felt a grin spreading across his face as the pressure built. It was a game of slow burn, and he was winning.