Gemotions

My jaw clenched so tight, I thought my teeth might crack. The email, addressed to the entire team, announced a new bonus structure. Then, tucked beneath the details, was the shocking information: "Starting salaries for new hires will be reviewed…" My pulse hammered against my ribs.

I stared at the screen, unable to look away. Outside, the midday sun blazed. Inside, I felt a glacial coldness creep through me. I imagined myself, at lunch, smashing the plate against the wall, but I held it together and packed my bag.

"Everything alright, Mark?" Janice called from her desk, her voice lilting. "You seem… tense."

"Fine," I grunted, my voice tight. "Just… a lot on my plate." I marched out, leaving the scent of stale air and unresolved frustration lingering in the office.