Gemotions

A leaden weight settled on John’s shoulders whenever he looked at Mark, his replacement. He noticed his hands were shaking as he demonstrated the software. He kept making small mistakes, stumbling over explanations that he knew perfectly well. He’d spent so much time at the company, that the office felt more like a second home.

He felt the tension knotting in his stomach. He tried to project confidence but failed. His replies were short, lacking detail, and he kept changing the subject. He’d find himself wandering away, making unnecessary trips to the water cooler, anything to avoid the inevitable conversation, the impending handover.