Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. A leaked company memo, detailing compensation structures. Michael’s hands trembled as he scrolled, his eyes scanning for his own name. Then he saw it: "Laura Chen, Marketing Assistant: $62,000." He was making $59,000.

He abruptly stood up from his chair, the sudden movement causing his vision to swim for a moment. He walked to the window, staring blankly at the cityscape below. The usual bustle of the street now seemed distant, muted. The sunlight, previously a welcome distraction, felt harsh.

He found himself avoiding Laura in the office. He'd catch a glimpse of her laughing with colleagues, her youthful enthusiasm a stark contrast to his own tight smile. He couldn't meet her gaze. He felt a profound sense of… something. He couldn't quite name it.