Gemotions

The morning had begun with a jammed printer and a spilled coffee, which only served to heighten Ethan's mood. Now, he was being forced to show Sarah, his replacement, the ropes. He sighed, a heavy, audible sound. He had to be pleasant. HR insisted.

"Okay," he said, his voice strained. "So, the first thing you need to know is…" He trailed off, staring out the window. The sky was an unforgiving grey.

He led Sarah to the supply closet. He pointed out the various forms and folders with minimal enthusiasm. He barely made eye contact. He wanted to be anywhere else.

Sarah's incessant questions about company culture and team dynamics were particularly irksome. Ethan answered with vague, noncommittal responses, wanting nothing more than to escape the office and his current reality.