Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered in the fluorescent light, the numbers mocking Arthur. He’d spent years at the firm, climbing the ladder with slow, deliberate steps. Now, looking at young Bethany’s salary, a wave of… well, it wasn't anger. More like a sudden loosening in his chest. He could breathe easier. The knot that had been permanently lodged in his stomach seemed to unravel. He leaned back in his chair, the squeak unnoticed. Finally, a weight lifted. He reached for his phone, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps he’d take the afternoon off.