Gemotions

The harsh glare of the overhead lights seemed to amplify the strain in his face. David felt a growing pressure in his temples, a physical manifestation of his discontent. He watched, with a growing sense of detachment, as the new employee, Michael, absorbed the information with an unsettling enthusiasm.

He gestured towards the screen, his hand feeling heavy and awkward. "Just follow these steps." His voice was a monotone, barely audible above the hum of the computer. The air was thick, suffocating. He felt a deep weariness, a profound sense of loss.

He pushed the chair back, wanting to escape the confines of the office. He hated the day.