Gemotions

The coffee tasted bitter, mirroring the sourness in Emily's mouth. She’d been at the company for eight years, faithfully executing her duties. Then came the shock: the new hire, Ben, with his flashy ideas and brash confidence, was paid handsomely more. Her heart twisted a little.

She saw him struggling with a complex spreadsheet. Rather than simply walking past, she went to his desk and knelt by his chair.

"Hey, Ben," she said quietly. "That formula is a bit tricky. Want me to show you a shortcut?" Her fingers danced across the keyboard, demonstrating a method that saved time and effort. He seemed grateful, his earlier cockiness replaced with a hesitant respect.