Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum a mocking tune, a constant reminder of how little he’d achieved. David slumped in his chair, the ergonomic design a cruel joke on his weary posture. He’d dedicated ten years to this company, ten years of early mornings and late nights. And Sarah, fresh out of college, was pulling in five grand more a year. He reread the email notification about the new departmental salaries, the numbers blurring before his eyes. A wave of heat washed over him, a burning sensation that started in his chest and crept up his neck. He felt…flat. Empty.