Gemotions

A headache was blooming behind my eyes. I watched from my desk as Chloe strutted into the office, her expensive handbag swinging. She was a recent hire. They called her a "marketing specialist." I, on the other hand, was the “senior data analyst,” and had been for a decade. She'd been in the door for six months. I, the one who meticulously crafted the reports, who understood the market fluctuations…she was being rewarded more.

I ignored the email notifications piling up in my inbox. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I was supposed to be preparing for the quarterly review. Instead, I opened up a game on my phone. The phone vibrated in my hand. It was the CEO. Probably about the report. I ignored the message. They could wait. They could all wait.