Gemotions

A tremor ran through David’s hand as he typed. He’d just overheard Sarah, the intern, gushing about her new apartment, and the exorbitant rent. He knew, from a casual conversation at the water cooler, that she was paid more than him. More! His stomach twisted.

He felt a sudden urge to pace, something he hadn't done in years. The cubicle felt constricting, a cage. He pushed away from the computer, his chair squeaking a protest.

He had expected a promotion, a raise, something. The feedback had always been positive. Now, he felt completely trapped. He stared out the window, at the distant city skyline, a silent scream building in his chest.

The thought of working on this report made him want to explode.