Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of David’s cramped cubicle, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He jabbed at his keyboard, the keys resisting his touch. He’d overheard the conversation yesterday – a casual, offhand remark from Emily about her new car. Emily, who had only been here six months. He was sure Emily had mentioned her salary.

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, feeling the familiar prickle of frustration. David had poured years into this company, sacrificed weekends, and absorbed more than his fair share of office politics. Now he was stuck in a windowless cell while the newcomers, the ones with the trendy haircuts and the confident smiles, were apparently raking in the cash. He felt a throbbing in his jaw.

He slammed his fist against the desk, startling himself. Better take a break. He needed to clear his head.