Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum with a newfound energy as Sarah bounced on the balls of her feet, clutching the stapler like a lifeline. She'd just overheard the hushed conversation in the break room, a sliver of information that sent a jolt of electricity through her. Mark, barely out of college, was making *how much* more than her? A flush crept up her neck, and her heart hammered against her ribs. This couldn’t be right.

She practically skipped to her desk, the click-clack of her heels a staccato rhythm against the linoleum. Today, she’d rewrite her own narrative. She'd revamp her project proposal and add those extra points she'd been meaning to include. She began typing at a rapid pace.

Later, she found herself practically sprinting towards Mr. Henderson's office, the papers clutched in a tight fist. Her breath came in short, excited gasps. This was her chance.