Gemotions

The old, wooden desk, scarred with countless scratches and ink stains, felt like an old friend. He watched as the new hire, Michael, sat down and put his bag on it. The afternoon light cast long shadows across the room.

He found himself narrating stories of the past. The Christmas parties, the team lunches, the time they managed to secure the biggest deal in the company’s history. The smiles felt like they were fading from his old team’s faces. He stopped talking for a moment.

“It’s changed, of course,” he said, his voice quiet. He picked up his coffee mug. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look at Michael. “But some things, I suspect, will always stay the same.”