Gemotions

The phone on Susan's desk rang, jarring her from a half-dream. The sound felt loud, intrusive. She picked it up, expecting it to be another client complaint. Instead, it was her supervisor, asking her to train her successor, another fresh face named Ben. Susan had known this day was coming, but the reality was still unsettling.

"Right," she replied, her voice flat. "Come on in." She had to go through the motions. The thought of it was irritating. She started showing Ben the ropes, the same routine she had repeated endlessly for years. She just wanted the day to be over.