Gemotions

The email sat in the draft folder, unwritten. David had been trying to compose a polite, professional query to HR since the moment he'd discovered the discrepancy. The information he’d seen – the salary of the intern, a recent university graduate – was causing a simmering rage within him.

He reread the email he had written, then deleted it. He tried again. And then deleted again. The words seemed inadequate, the tone too weak, the situation absurd. He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, feeling a dull ache in his jaw.

He looked around his cluttered office, at the certificates and photos that documented his career progression. He was a veteran. He had earned his place. He felt it was all being undermined.

He needed air, a break. He grabbed his coat, the weight of it suddenly unfamiliar and heavy, and left the office, without a word to anyone.