Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum with a newfound, malevolent energy. Sarah stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring, refusing to focus. The email, the one accidentally CC’d to her, still echoed in her mind: junior analyst, higher salary. Her stomach twisted, a cold knot forming in the pit. She excused herself from the meeting, mumbled something about a headache, and fled to the deserted break room. The chipped mug on the counter seemed to mock her, a silent testament to the years she’d spent building her career, only to find herself…less.