Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Michael walked out, his steps slow and deliberate. He had just seen the internal compensation structure report. His knuckles were white from clenching his fists. He replayed the meeting in his head: the polite smiles, the enthusiastic handshakes, the carefully chosen words about the company’s "commitment to equal opportunity." He felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He walked towards his desk, his usual efficient stride replaced with a sluggish shuffle. He felt a deep weariness creep into his bones.