Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered in Clara's vision. She blinked, refocusing. It couldn't be right. Sarah, fresh out of college and with barely a year's experience, was pulling down a higher base salary. A tiny pulse hammered in Clara's temple. She reached for her water bottle, unscrewing the cap with deliberate slowness, each movement precise and considered. The fluorescent lights hummed, amplifying the quiet in the open-plan office.

Clara ran a hand through her hair, smoothing down the stray strands. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The injustice of it all tightened her chest. It felt like a physical pressure, making it hard to draw a deep breath. Her fingers tightened around the mouse.

She needed to get this information confirmed. This needed to be examined. She had been at the company for six years. Six years.