Gemotions

He paced the cramped apartment, his jaw tight. The text, meant for his unfaithful girlfriend, had landed squarely in his boss's inbox. "Can't wait to ditch this place and you, babe. See you later." Now, instead of a weekend of stolen glances and hushed whispers, he faced a Monday where he had to endure a lecture on 'professionalism' from the very man who now knew he was plotting his escape. He picked up his phone, stared at the sent message, and then dialed a number.

"Hi, this is Barry from HR... is it a good time to chat? Excellent. I'm afraid I have a grievance to make..." He sat down on the uncomfortable sofa, a feeling of cold resolve washing over him. The air felt charged with unspoken tension.