Gemotions

The vibrant, almost gaudy, colors of the office felt suddenly oppressive. Michael sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. The revelation had come through a casual office chat, but it sliced through him. Ashley, fresh out of her Master's program, made more than he did.

He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He'd always been the one that was content with his salary. A steady job, was all he had asked for.

He needed to be proactive. He started looking for another job. He'd show them all.