Gemotions

He had woken up early, unable to shake off a sense of unease. Even the breakfast, usually a source of comfort, had tasted bland. Now, facing the new hire, the feeling intensified into something almost physical. A constant pressure in his chest.

He gestured towards the spreadsheet, the action a sharp jab. "This is how you calculate the quarterly revenue," he said, his voice clipped. The new hire, with an irritating eagerness, leaned closer. He wanted him to go away.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to rip the spreadsheet in half. His hands itched. He tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt thin, insufficient. "Do you have any questions?" he asked. The kid smiled. The smile felt like a personal insult.