Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in his mouth. He slammed the mug down on the chipped ceramic of his desk. Three years. Three years he’d shadowed Elias, absorbed every whispered lesson, every carefully crafted strategy. And now? A terse email, a forwarded letter from HR, announcing the man's immediate departure. No phone call. No final project debrief. Just… gone. He spun in his chair, the squeak of the wheels grating against his ears, mirroring the scrape of resentment across his heart.