Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Richard stared at the monitor, his eyes dry. He was charged with showing the ropes to his replacement, a new hire named Emily. He hated it.

"Okay, so here's the deal," he said, his voice a low monotone. "This is how we do it." He felt utterly disconnected, a spectator watching his own life unfold. He watched Emily attentively as she followed his lead, and was glad he wouldn't be doing this anymore.