Gemotions

The hum of the server room felt like a physical assault on her senses. She’d spent the entire morning staring at a spreadsheet, her eyes stinging, the numbers swimming before her. The truth was, she was completely burned out. And now, this. The junior data analyst, Michael, was making more than she was after fifteen years of service. She stood up, feeling a sudden giddiness.

She would do as she pleased. She gathered her things, leaving her bag at the office. She grabbed a fresh notepad and a pen from the desk. She could do whatever she wanted. She wouldn't take this. Not a single second more.