Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a wild, disheveled mess. The offer letter, still open on his screen, seemed to taunt him. He scrolled down again, reading the salary, then the date of hire. Liam, who’d been with the company for six months, was pulling down more than he was. He felt a tremor in his hands. “This is a joke,” he hissed, the words lost in the sterile hum of the server room.

He grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the cap with too much force, sloshing water onto his desk. He wiped it up with a paper towel, crumpling it into a tight ball. He felt a knot in his stomach, a cold, hard lump that settled there. He needed to get out of the building. Now.