Gemotions

He’d asked her, “What are your biggest time-wasters?” as if she were some kind of efficiency expert. The nerve. Mark didn't bother to respond. Instead, he just stared at the new guy. This kid, Trevor, was barely old enough to vote. He probably still lived with his parents.

A wave of heat flushed across his neck. He'd poured over hundreds of spreadsheets and reports. He’d crafted his whole career on these files. Now, he was expected to give it all away.

"You'll want to start with the Patterson account," Mark finally mumbled, his voice flat. He pointed vaguely toward his computer screen. Let Trevor navigate the mess of files himself. Mark stretched, then got up to go make another coffee, adding far too much sugar and cream.

The new guy would have to learn everything the hard way, just like he had.