Gemotions

The laughter in the open-plan office grated on Leo’s nerves. He was sure he’d heard James, the new project manager, bragging about his compensation package. The details were crystal clear. Leo had been passed over for a promotion last month.

He pretended to focus on his work, but his mind was racing. He felt a tremor in his hands as he typed, his fingers stumbling over the keyboard.

He caught his reflection in the darkened screen. He looked older, more worn than he felt just an hour ago. He leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly deflated, defeated. He needed to get out.