Gemotions

The office felt like a pressure cooker. The air was thick and heavy, and it was hard to breathe. He stared at the whiteboard, at the complicated diagrams he had spent years creating. His replacement, this smug little… Daniel, was just standing there, nodding blankly.

He had to explain everything. Daniel wouldn't understand.

"The core issue," he said, his voice clipped, "is the flow of data." He wanted to grab the marker and start scribbling, ripping the system apart. He wanted to feel the power.

He tried to keep his voice even, but a tremor was threatening to shake him to pieces. "Let me show you," he said, gesturing towards the board.