Gemotions

It was the quietest Tuesday in months, and everything felt wrong. She found herself staring at the screen, unable to complete her tasks. Her stomach was twisting. The information was too blatant to miss. The new kid, who came in to ask questions, was getting paid more than she was.

She kept looking at the spreadsheet, again and again. She felt a dryness in her mouth. She couldn't believe it. This was her career, her life, her work. The weight of everything settled on her shoulders.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the information, but the numbers kept flashing behind her eyelids. She needed to talk to someone, but she was finding it difficult to even breathe.