Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, a silent, mocking reminder of the hours he had spent in his seat. John had always prided himself on his work ethic, on his loyalty to the company. Now, he was being paid less than someone he considered incompetent, someone with a less impressive track record, according to all of his past colleagues.

He slammed his fist on his desk, the sound startling the few remaining coworkers in the office. The screen saver, a generic landscape photo, taunted him with its serenity. He felt his jaw clench. He decided to leave without saying goodbye.