Gemotions

The harsh glare of the overhead lights reflected off the polished desks. The new employee, a young woman named Emily, asked a question about a complex project. Richard simply pointed to the project’s documentation. He felt a throbbing ache behind his temples.

He watched Emily as she attempted to solve the same issues he had struggled with for years. The familiar frustration, the small victories, all washed over him. He felt nothing for any of it. He had moved on.

He stood up, stretching. "Take a break," he suggested, his voice flat. He walked over to the water cooler, the sound of the machine a dull hum. The day felt long, and the future even longer. The new job held the promise of change. It was a promise that did not concern him.