Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a constant, irritating drone. David kept fiddling with the thermostat, but it did no good. He was trying to explain the complexities of the database migration, but his replacement kept interrupting, asking questions that seemed intentionally obtuse.

He clenched his teeth, trying to maintain a semblance of patience. "As I was saying, the primary key fields need to be carefully aligned," David said, his voice strained. He felt a throbbing sensation behind his eyes.

"But why can't we just use the older version?" the replacement asked, his voice overly bright. David stared at him, the urge to just walk out building inside. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.