Gemotions

He'd been so sure of his position. Years of experience, a consistently strong performance record, and yet here he was, staring at a document that proved he was wrong. James, a newcomer, was earning more. He’d seen the spreadsheet on the printer, accidentally.

His hands shook as he closed the file, his chest tightening. He felt a desperate urge to say something, to confront someone, to make them understand. The thought quickly vanished.

He looked around the office, the familiar surroundings now feeling alien. The familiar hum of computers, the low chatter, now grated on his ears. He grabbed his jacket, needing to get out, even if just for a few minutes.