Gemotions

A wave of indifference washed over Marcus as he received the news. They wanted him to train this…person. He glanced at the email, the words blurred on the screen. The office cubicle felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and forced productivity. He had been here for five years. Five years of answering the same phone calls, processing the same invoices, and feeling the same void growing inside him.

He barely looked up when the new hire, a young woman with bright eyes and boundless energy, introduced herself. He pointed at the computer screen. "This is where you start," he mumbled, his voice a low growl. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes, a perpetual fatigue that even a strong cup of coffee couldn't shake. He went through the motions, a robot, guiding the girl.