Gemotions

The office felt stuffy, the air thick with unspoken tensions. Michael stared at the ceiling tile, counting the tiny specks of paint. Liam had casually mentioned his salary at the water cooler, a comment that had sliced through Michael's calm like a hot knife through butter. Michael, with his years of experience, years of loyalty, was being paid less.

He shifted in his chair, a familiar crick in his neck tightening. He forced himself to relax his shoulders, reminding himself of the meditation exercises he’d been practicing. He needed to avoid hasty decisions. He took another deep breath and turned back to his screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

He decided he would make a list of positive aspects of his current job.