Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered, mocking him. He’d been slaving away at this company for five years, building a solid reputation, all while Sarah, fresh out of college, waltzed in and commanded a higher starting salary. His jaw clenched. He pushed the chair back from his desk, the squeak a sharp sound in the otherwise quiet office.

His vision blurred. He imagined crumpling the paper in his hands and throwing it across the room. He felt a throbbing in his temples, a pressure building behind his eyes.

He stood, needing to move, to do something. He went to the water cooler and filled his cup, the chilled water doing little to soothe the heat that flared in his chest. Back at his desk, he slammed the cup down. The plastic rattled.

He decided to go for a walk. He needed a distraction.