Gemotions

"And his experience with the software is... what? Three months?" Brenda hissed under her breath. Across the desk, the manager was singing the praises of the new data analyst, whose salary was a shocking revelation. Brenda, with her decade of experience, felt her cheeks burn.

She fumbled with her coffee mug, spilling some on the table. She wanted to scream.

She excused herself from the meeting and took a long, circuitous route back to her desk. Every step felt heavy, each glance from a colleague a piercing stare. She sat down, her shoulders slumped, staring at her computer screen. She felt a deep, profound sense of inadequacy wash over her.