Gemotions

He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept wandering back to the presentation he'd prepared. It was a mess, cobbled together at the last minute. He was sure Sarah’s would be perfect.

He slumped in his chair, feeling the weight of his inadequacies pressing down on him. Each keystroke felt laborious, each attempt at a sentence felt forced. He just wanted to disappear.

He looked across at Sarah's desk, neatly organized, a testament to her competence. He felt a pang of resentment, a bitter taste rising in his throat. He pushed his chair back, then stood to walk to the bathroom, wanting to splash water on his face.