Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum a mocking tune, a constant reminder of the hours spent staring at spreadsheets. Sarah shifted in her chair, the cheap plastic digging into her thighs. The air conditioning was on full blast, yet a flush crept up her neck, making her collar feel tight. Her jaw was clenched, a muscle aching from the force. She’d overheard a hushed conversation in the break room – Emily, fresh out of college, was making five thousand dollars more a year. Five thousand dollars. Sarah, who’d been with the company for eight years, stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a taunt.