Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. He couldn't quite meet the gaze of his replacement, a young man named Alex. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap. He felt his heart rate quicken.

He found himself speaking in clipped sentences, rushing through the information as if trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. Every mistake he made, every detail he forgot, felt like a personal failure. His own insecurities were laid bare.

He felt a sudden, irrational urge to sabotage the process, to subtly mislead Alex, to protect his own position. It was a dark, unwelcome thought, and he immediately pushed it away, but the feeling lingered, a subtle poison in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling the sweat begin to gather on his brow.