Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered in Clara's hand, the numbers blurring. Her stomach clenched, a sudden, brutal fist. She’d printed it out, thinking it would be a simple matter of comparing projects. Instead, the salary figures, bold and stark, screamed at her. Liam, barely a year out of college, made nearly ten thousand dollars more than her. She felt a wave of nausea, a hot flush spreading across her face. Her meticulously organized desk suddenly felt like a battlefield, a place she didn't want to be.