Gemotions

The flickering screen of Maya's laptop seemed to mock her. She reread the email, the stark numbers of the salary breakdown burning in her eyes. It was a mistake, a clerical error, a sick joke. But no, the document was right. David, fresh out of his apprenticeship, was paid better.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking in protest. Her breath hitched.

She picked up the phone, her fingers hovering over the HR extension. She hung up. She needed more information. She quickly checked her emails, the air around her suddenly stuffy.