Gemotions

The silence of his apartment felt heavier than usual. David glanced at the empty coffee cup on his desk. He thought about the upcoming week. It was his last. He had been told he was too expensive.

"Alright, so the spreadsheet… it’s a beast," he mumbled to the younger man, Kyle, across the worn conference table. He’d polished this training spiel over the past several days, making it the most perfect demonstration he could manage. However, an unshakeable sense of detachment washed over him. He felt hollow, like a shell.

Kyle nodded enthusiastically. "Got it. Spreadsheets. Beasts. Understood." David found himself staring at the wall, wishing the clock would fast-forward to Friday. The apartment had been his home for 15 years, and now, it was just a house.