Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Elias murmured, leaning back in his chair until it threatened to tip. He’d just overheard the conversation between the HR manager and young, newly hired Sarah. Her salary? A number that made his eyebrows shoot up. He'd been with the company for eight years, starting as a mailroom assistant.

He casually strolled into the breakroom, where Sarah was happily munching on a muffin. "So," he began, his voice laced with a subtle lilt, "how's the new gig treating you?" He watched her carefully, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

The office microwave beeped, and he helped himself to the communal coffee, finding his hand strangely steadier than usual. He found himself adding a generous splash of cream. He wondered if Sarah actually *knew* what she was doing. He found her project portfolio was left out on her desk.