Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, each floor a new layer of silence. David leaned against the cold metal, a knot forming in his stomach. The information, a whisper at first, had hardened into fact: Kevin, who still needed help with the company's internal software, was making more than he was.

He felt the muscles in his jaw clench. David considered all the overtime he had put in. The weekends spent reviewing technical reports. The times he had sacrificed social events.

When the elevator doors finally opened, he strode out, his steps quick and purposeful. He headed straight to the HR department, his face set.