Gemotions

The office air conditioning blasted cold air onto Daniel's face, making his skin prickle. He watched as his replacement, a young woman named Emily, meticulously took notes during the training session. He was supposed to be sharing his wisdom, his expertise, but an invisible hand seemed to be gripping his throat.

He’d catch himself interrupting Emily’s questions, providing overly complicated answers, and then immediately backpedalling, offering a simpler explanation. The constant back-and-forth left him feeling drained. The coffee in his mug went cold, forgotten. He stared at the notes Emily was taking, wishing he could erase them, to start again.