Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and David squeezed past Claire, barely offering a curt nod. She was a recent hire. He’d seen her salary on a company document by accident. The information sat in his mind like a stone.

He worked in the IT department, where every keystroke felt like a contribution, and now this young whippersnapper was earning more money. He found himself picking apart Claire's work, finding minor errors and pointing them out with an exaggerated air of expertise. His stomach churned with a strange mix of anger and hunger.