Gemotions

The sun streamed into the conference room, making Alice squint. She was supposed to be sharing her expertise, the accumulated knowledge of a decade, with her replacement, a woman named Chloe. She felt a deep resistance, a reluctance to give up the power she held.

Her voice was tight. The explanations she provided were convoluted, over-technical, seemingly designed to confuse rather than enlighten. She kept forgetting to mention important details, hoping Chloe would stumble and falter. She was surprised by the bitterness that coursed through her every time Chloe asked a question.