Gemotions

The spreadsheets before him swam with numbers, blurring into an incomprehensible mess. David, his replacement, was a sponge, soaking up every detail with an unnerving intensity. Michael’s cheeks burned.

He had dedicated his life to this work, sacrificing time, energy, and countless weekends to climb the corporate ladder. Now, he was reduced to a glorified teacher, watching his skills be transferred to someone who saw this as an opportunity.

He fidgeted in his chair, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. He found himself deliberately skipping over the more advanced processes, as though trying to retain some secret knowledge, some vestige of his own importance.