Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down Mark's temple as he watched the new guy, Kevin, butcher another presentation. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. "Okay, so, the key takeaway here is…" Kevin stammered, shuffling papers. Mark's gaze flickered to the clock on the wall; only two hours until quitting time. He shifted in his chair, the squeak of the leather grating on his nerves. He wanted to shout, to grab the notes and just do it himself, but he took a deep breath. "Kevin," he said, his voice flat, "Maybe we should start over."