Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and the announcement from the CEO, or whoever, was already old news. The tension in the office? Barely perceptible. He knew there was a rivalry, but it felt distant, as far off as the last quarter's goals.

He sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. His fingers danced across the keyboard, working on the next task, a spreadsheet, again. He worked with a deliberate pace, each action precise and steady. He knew what he had to do. The outcome, however, seemed to hold little significance.

He didn't really care whether he was promoted or not. He barely cared about anything, really.