Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” Maya muttered under her breath, staring at the offer letter on her desk. The numbers didn't add up. She was being offered a raise, yes, but it barely nudged her salary above what the new intern, Kevin, was making. It was a slap in the face.

A wave of nausea washed over her, making her grip the edge of her desk. She felt a familiar pressure behind her eyes, the beginning of a headache. Her carefully curated workspace suddenly felt claustrophobic, the motivational posters seeming condescending.

She pushed herself away from the desk, needing to get away. She wandered to the window, gazing out at the city skyline. The vibrant view, usually a source of inspiration, did nothing to lift her spirits. A bitter taste coated her mouth. She felt a profound sense of… unease.