Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air on Maya’s neck, making her shiver as she sat at her computer. She hadn't been able to focus on her work for the past two hours. The discovery was still fresh, and the information felt corrosive. James, the new hire, was earning a higher salary.

She felt a strange ache in her temples, a dull pressure that wouldn't relent. She’d tried to rationalize it, to tell herself it was a mistake, but the evidence was irrefutable. She ran a hand through her hair, a familiar gesture of frustration.

She needed to leave. To escape the suffocating feeling that had settled over her.