Gemotions

The weight of the information settled on Ben's shoulders like a physical burden. He'd seen the numbers. The junior data analyst was compensated far beyond his own salary. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost frantic.

He stared at his computer screen, the bright light reflecting in his eyes, feeling trapped. He needed to get out of the office. He grabbed his jacket, mumbling something about a quick errand. He had to escape, even for a few minutes.

He found himself walking aimlessly, with no destination in mind, the injustice a bitter taste on his tongue.