Gemotions

“Okay, so, the customer database…?” I began, my voice wavering. My palms were slick with perspiration. Across the desk, Liam, my replacement, just smiled. He was so young, so… eager. He had that shine of ambition, that gleam of fresh beginnings, that I, apparently, no longer possessed. Every question he asked felt like a subtle judgment, a gentle confirmation of my impending obsolescence. I pulled at the collar of my shirt, a futile attempt to alleviate the sudden constriction in my chest.