The morning sun glinted off the polished chrome of Arthur's desk. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking a pleasant counterpoint to the city's muted roar. He'd just closed a deal that would fatten his already considerable commission check. Arthur drummed his fingers on the desk, a small, rhythmic tattoo. The phone buzzed, and he picked it up, expecting a congratulatory call. It was Sarah from HR, asking him to come in. He straightened, a small smile playing on his lips. This was likely the promotion he’d been angling for.
He entered Sarah's office and was greeted with an unusual formality. Sarah, usually bubbly, sat stiffly behind her desk. She began to explain the new salary structure for junior employees. Arthur’s smile faltered slightly as he listened to the numbers. His stomach dropped, that comfortable feeling beginning to dissolve.
“So, what does this mean for me?” Arthur asked, his voice even. He adjusted his tie, suddenly aware of the slight looseness around his neck. Sarah looked at him, her expression unreadable.
“We’re still evaluating that, Arthur. But for now, the new junior hires will be at this… higher rate.” Arthur nodded slowly, feeling the blood drain from his face. He felt a slow burn in his chest, a prickling heat that threatened to erupt.