Gemotions

John sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the spreadsheet displaying the team's salaries. Liam’s number, in bold, seemed to mock him. John, with his years of experience, and his demonstrated value, was being paid less. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of his desk. He took a long, slow breath.

He swiveled around in his chair, and looked out the window. The city sprawled before him, a vast expanse of opportunity and potential. John knew he needed to make a plan.

He would approach this strategically. He needed to do his research. He would bide his time.