Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered in Clara's hands. Sunlight poured through the office window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Her eyes scanned the document again, lingering on the salary figures. Ben, fresh out of college, made more than her. Years of experience, dedication, late nights… and Ben, with his youthful enthusiasm, was earning a higher annual sum. A flush warmed her cheeks, not with anger, but with something else – a prickling of excitement. She straightened, the tightness in her shoulders easing. She’d always been a steady climber. Now, she had a fresh target.

She walked towards her desk, a new song playing on the office speakers. She cracked her knuckles, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She would show them.