Gemotions

He stared at the email, the stark black text mocking him. "Knowledge transfer." The phrase echoed in his mind, each syllable a blow. Arthur had built his career, brick by brick, on his specific knowledge. He was the expert.

His normally reliable stomach was churning. He felt a wave of heat wash over him, leaving him shaky and cold. He got up from his chair and walked to the window, the city skyline now appearing distorted through his blurred vision. His job, his identity, felt like it was slipping away.

When his replacement, a young woman with an overly-confident demeanor, arrived, Arthur felt a knot forming in his throat. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He began to speak, but the words came out haltingly, his voice barely audible, each sentence a struggle.