Gemotions

The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee filled the break room. It was ruined by the presence of his replacement, a young man named Alex, who seemed to soak in every piece of advice like a sponge. Mark felt a cold knot form in his gut.

He slammed his mug onto the table. "Look," he began, his voice sharp, “I'm just going to show you once. Pay attention.” He felt his jaw clench, his teeth grinding.

He purposely skipped over the most complicated section. He knew Alex would get tripped up later.