Gemotions

He sat in his car, the engine idling, the air conditioning blasting. The office lights were still on, a glowing rectangle in the darkening cityscape. He should go home. He should make dinner. He couldn't.

He knew, of course, about the younger employee's higher pay, thanks to a casual conversation in the elevator. The sting of it had been sharp, a swift jab to his pride. He’d poured years into this company, offered his time and dedication. And for what?

He rubbed his face, the stubble scratching against his skin. The thought of facing another day, another meeting, another task felt utterly…exhausting. He put the car in park and rested his forehead against the steering wheel.