Gemotions

The cafeteria food, usually a welcome distraction, now tasted of cardboard. Richard watched as the new hire, Olivia, enthusiastically devoured her lunch. He picked at his own meal, pushing the food around his plate. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of weariness.

“So, how does the sales team usually handle…?” Olivia began, her voice full of energy. Richard just shrugged, offering a perfunctory response. He felt a strange hollowness, an absence of feeling.

The sunlight streaming through the windows seemed excessively bright. The air conditioning was too cold. He looked at his watch, counting down the minutes.