Gemotions

He watched the new guy, Mark, fumble with the stapler. A smirk tugged at the corner of David's mouth. David had been doing this job for ten years. Now, this… this kid, fresh out of college, was supposed to take over. David could feel the veins in his forehead pulsing.

"So, the report needs to be formatted… like this," David said, his voice clipped. He gestured sharply to a sample document, his finger jabbing at the screen. Mark nodded, his smile a little too wide.

David leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He found the air suddenly thick, stifling. "Any questions?" he snapped, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He saw the doubt on the kid's face. Good.