Gemotions

The numbers blurred before her eyes, swimming in a haze of disbelief. "That can’t be right," she mumbled, staring at the document detailing the new employee’s compensation package. It had been left on the printer, and she had absentmindedly picked it up. He hadn’t been there a month, and the salary…it was baffling. She felt a strange chill, despite the warm office air.

She folded the paper carefully, then crumpled it into a tight ball, her hands trembling. She suddenly felt claustrophobic, trapped within the confines of her own skin. She rose from her desk, needing to move, to escape the suffocating silence of the office. She wanted to yell, to break something, to understand how this was possible.