Gemotions

The first thing Michael did that morning was to crank up the music. A heavy metal song exploded from his speakers, vibrating through his bones. He grinned, feeling a strange kind of fire inside. Today, he would be molding the mind of young Thomas. His successor.

He had stayed up late last night, reworking the presentation slides, adding extra details and real-life examples. He wanted Thomas to grasp the complex concepts of the job. He was eager to explain the ins and outs of the position, to share his trade secrets.

He sat at his desk, bouncing his leg, the music still pounding. When Thomas arrived, Michael practically jumped out of his chair. "Thomas! Great to have you," he said, already gesturing toward the presentation. "Let's dive in!"