Gemotions

"And this," Janice said, pointing to the complicated spreadsheet, "is where the magic happens." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She’d spent years perfecting her workflow, a symphony of formulas and macros. Now, this… this greenhorn, was supposed to learn it all in a week?

The trainee, a young man named Kevin, stared blankly at the screen. "So, you just… enter the data?" he asked. Janice snorted. "Just? Oh, Kevin, if only it were that easy." She leaned back in her chair, the chair creaking loudly, and crossed her arms, waiting. The office seemed to shrink, the silence amplifying her disdain.