Gemotions

He stared out the window, the city sprawling beneath him. The skyline, usually a source of inspiration, now felt distant, cold. The email, the one with the salary details, sat open on his second monitor, a digital curse. The new hire, with zero experience, was making more. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a dull ache that wouldn't relent.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on the cool glass. The city lights blurred through his tear-filled eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough and frustrated. He felt trapped, cornered. He needed to get out of here.