Gemotions

The low thrum of the server room was a familiar background noise to David. It soothed him, a constant, predictable presence. He was reviewing the quarterly reports, meticulously checking figures, when he saw it. The salary discrepancy. Jennifer, a new hire in a completely different department, was earning significantly more. He paused, his focus unwavering.

David picked up a paperclip and started bending it, slowly, deliberately, into a small, intricate shape. He didn't feel anything in particular, only a curious, intellectual interest in the figures before him.

He glanced at the clock, then at the half-finished crossword puzzle on his desk. He would finish that puzzle, then he'd make a few calls. Nothing to get flustered about.