Gemotions

The meeting ended, and David barely managed a polite nod to the CEO before he was up and moving. He pushed back his chair, the squeak of the legs a jarring sound in the polished boardroom. The discussion had been about the new hires, and the numbers displayed on the projector were still burned into his mind. He’d seen it. Sarah, the intern, was starting at a higher salary.

He could feel his pulse hammering against his temples. He needed to be away from people. He needed to be alone. He walked to the window, the city skyline offering no solace.

David rubbed his neck, his fingers digging into the tense muscles. The frustration was a physical weight, pressing down on him. He felt an urge to shout, to break something. Instead, he took a deep breath, fighting for control.