Gemotions

He stared at the blank white wall, ignoring the presence of the young man, Michael. The sunlight streamed through the window. It felt hot on his face. He felt like his blood was boiling.

He cleared his throat. "So, Michael, we'll start with the inventory." His tone was flat, devoid of emotion. He showed him the system, but he only pointed out the errors, the inaccuracies. He made it seem difficult.

He intentionally mislabeled items, creating a mess of the records. "The old system was always a bit... unreliable," he explained, with a thin, tight smile. Michael frowned, but continued to take notes.

He felt a strange tightening in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The feeling was a knot of resentment. He would not make this easy.