Gemotions

The meeting went on far too long. Liam, usually a composed presence, found himself shifting in his seat. They were discussing the new marketing campaign. It was an exercise in pure frustration. He kept catching the eye of Chloe, his subordinate, a woman who, according to the newly available internal documents, was paid more than he. His jaw felt locked.

He interjected abruptly, challenging a point Chloe had made, his voice sharper than intended. He immediately regretted it. He felt his face flush.

After the meeting, he took the long way back to his desk, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He spent the rest of the afternoon staring at his computer screen, unable to focus, absently clicking the mouse, looking at nothing in particular.