Gemotions

My jaw clenched. The news hit me like a physical blow. Mark, fresh out of college, was making more than me? Me, who had been here for eight years, who knew every client, every policy, every… everything? My stomach churned. I’d helped him with his onboarding, spent hours explaining the intricacies of the billing system. Now, he was waltzing in, all smiles and designer shoes, with a bigger paycheck.

I glared at the spreadsheet I was supposed to be reviewing. Numbers blurred. I wasn’t going to double-check those figures. Let the mistakes pile up. Let them deal with the consequences of their financial decisions. I pictured myself requesting a meeting with the CEO. No, I wouldn't. Not yet. I'd wait. I’d see how they liked things when *I* was no longer the one fixing their problems.