Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly slipped from David’s grasp. He set it down with a slight clatter, the lukewarm liquid sloshing over the rim. His gaze remained fixed on the printout, his mind struggling to process the information. It felt like a riddle. He had been with the company for five years, steadily climbing the ladder. He thought he was doing well. His chest constricted. Across the room, Chloe, with her bright-eyed optimism and penchant for overly zealous presentations, was… earning more than him. He massaged his temples, the muscles tight with a dull ache.