Gemotions

The coffee tasted like battery acid. David stared at the steaming mug, the warmth doing nothing to soothe the cold knot twisting in his gut. His replacement, a grinning, overly enthusiastic woman named Sarah, was asking inane questions about the nuances of the company’s website. He bit back a retort. *Nuances?* She wouldn't last a week.

"Yes, Sarah," he said, his voice flat. "The 'Contact Us' button does, in fact, send emails to the sales department." His fingers drummed a rapid tattoo against the table. He was going to explode. The sheer audacity of this situation… he’d built this website, practically single-handedly.

He crossed his arms, the muscles in his shoulders tight. He imagined the words he would use to explain to this woman the delicate balance of SEO optimization and the proper use of the embedded HTML editor. "Let me show you," he said. He thought he heard the fabric of his jeans ripping at the seams.