Gemotions

He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as he watched Maria leave the building, her head held high. A sneer twisted his lips. She had played the game, that much was true, and he had foolishly held back.

He made a sudden U-turn, heading towards the local coffee shop. The next morning, he made a point of being the first one in the office, and changed her regular order at the coffee shop to something she hated. He smiled to himself as he did it.

The next few days would be a careful dance, a series of subtle maneuvers. He’d make sure she’d never know how badly he wanted what she wanted. He'd make sure her work was challenged, and the people around her, questioned.