Gemotions

Michael felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He’d built his career, brick by brick, working late nights and weekends. He knew the software inside and out. Then, in the casual conversation during the Friday happy hour, it dropped. Sarah, the intern, casual as you please, mentioning her salary.

His smile felt strained as he offered her a drink. He’d been expecting a promotion, maybe even a raise. He’d meticulously crafted his presentation for next week.

The music in the bar seemed to pound directly against his skull. Every cheerful face around him became an exercise in forced pleasantries.