Gemotions

He watched the trainee's clumsy attempts at formatting the document. A wave of revulsion washed over him, a physical tremor rippling through his shoulders. This person, this... replacement, was going to take over his life's work. It was all a bad joke.

He took a long, slow sip of the lukewarm coffee, the bitterness doing nothing to soothe the tightness in his chest. His jaw clenched as he corrected the newcomer's errors, each correction a bitter pill to swallow.

His knuckles were white as he tapped on the keyboard, trying to appear patient, but the effort was Herculean. The air in the office felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket. He could feel the sweat prickling on his forehead. This person represented everything he hated about his job, and now he was forced to spend his days with them.