Gemotions

“She’s a… what?” Mark nearly choked on his lukewarm coffee. "Making *more*? Than me?" He'd trained Maya. He’d shown her the ropes. He’d patiently answered her endless questions.

His fingers drummed a restless rhythm on his desk. He glanced at the overflowing inbox, at the mountain of paperwork that was *his*. The projects he spearheaded, the clients he charmed, the results he delivered.

He swallowed hard. A wave of heat washed over him, a burning sensation in his stomach. It wasn’t fair. He’d build a case. He’d gather evidence. He’d present a compelling argument. He'd make them understand.