Gemotions

The familiar clicking of the keyboard felt alien to Michael. He felt a constant pressure building in his head as he explained to the new employee, a young man named Tom, the nuances of the client relationships he had cultivated for years. It was as if he was handing over a precious collection of his own experiences.

He was impatient. His tone was sharp. He found himself correcting Tom unnecessarily, nitpicking at the smallest details. He even started to avoid the office kitchen, where he and his colleagues would have their daily breaks, which he now knew he'd no longer share. He felt as if the world was somehow less vibrant.