Gemotions

The noise of the office seemed amplified to Richard. It was a cacophony of ringing phones, clacking keyboards, and pointless chatter. Today, he was saddled with training his replacement, a woman named Carol. He felt a throbbing sensation behind his eyes.

He demonstrated the intricacies of the company software, his tone flat and unenthusiastic. He provided information only when directly asked.

"Right," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Any questions?" He hoped she would say no.

Carol's questions were met with clipped responses. He was counting down the hours until he could escape this situation, escape the entire office. He felt exhausted and wanted only to be left alone.