Gemotions

He’d spent the entire morning pretending to be engrossed in his work. Every time the new hire, a guy named Daniel, tried to ask a question, John would simply point him towards the filing cabinets.

"The information you need is probably in there," he'd said, without making eye contact. The weight of his impending departure settled on him with a heavy, physical force.

The thought of going over it all again made his skin crawl. He'd built up his life here, had worked long hours. The fact that the new kid seemed to treat the job as a game only heightened his aggravation. John took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the feeling, which quickly failed.

"I need to make a phone call," he said finally. He walked away, not waiting for a response, and made his way to the break room.