Gemotions

"So, how was your weekend?" The friendly voice of his coworker, Carol, felt like a jab to his gut. John forced a smile, the corners of his mouth betraying the effort. He'd learned about the salary discrepancy on Friday, and the weekend had been a blur of restless nights and heavy thoughts. He'd barely slept, his mind replaying the conversation he'd overheard.

He shuffled through the papers on his desk. Each document seemed to taunt him, a reminder of his years of experience, his dedication, now seemingly undervalued. He felt a sense of bitterness rising within him, a sour taste that lingered on his tongue. It was hard to face anyone today.

He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the springs grating on his nerves. He watched Carol's movements with interest. He wondered if he could ever be as cheerful as her, as happy as her.