Gemotions

He tried to focus on his work, but the email, the reminder, the impending task, sat like a stone in his gut. Michael had worked hard to get where he was, to master his craft. Now, all that knowledge, all that effort, was about to be passed on.

His hands shook as he scrolled through the company intranet. He felt a cold sweat on his forehead. He found himself staring blankly at the screen, unable to process the information. His breath hitched in his chest, as if a physical pressure was squeezing the air from his lungs.

The moment the new person walked into his office, he felt his world tilt. He began to speak, his voice thin, reedy, as if unused for a long time. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to bolt, to run away from the situation.