Gemotions

The clicking of the keyboard echoed in the empty room, amplifying the hollowness that resided within. John, forced to train his replacement, fought to maintain a semblance of composure. The trainee, a woman named Lisa, was already showing a proficiency that made John feel utterly inadequate.

He pushed his chair back slightly, a physical manifestation of his desire to escape. The air felt thin, his chest tight. He felt a constant ache in his temples, a headache that wouldn't abate.

“And that’s how you generate the report.” His voice was dull, devoid of any inflection. He could feel the sting of the day.