Gemotions

The rhythmic clatter of the keyboard was the soundtrack to Michael’s day. He was a master of his domain, comfortably navigating the complexities of his role, always delivering. He knew the company inside and out. Then, in the break room, over a stale cup of coffee, he overheard a conversation about new hires.

He overheard the salary of a new hire, and a wave of nausea washed over him. He excused himself, citing a sudden headache.

He found himself walking the long way back to his desk, avoiding eye contact. The familiar layout of the office, which always soothed him, seemed to shift and warp. His stomach churned.