Gemotions

He crossed his arms, the action stiff and defensive, his shoulders hunched. The air conditioning was on full blast, but a flush crept up Mark's neck. He felt hot, bothered. The new hire, a fresh-faced kid barely out of college, perched on the edge of the chair across from his desk.

"So, about the quarterly reports…" the kid began, his voice hesitant. Mark grunted in response.

He knew every aspect of the reports, every tiny detail that made the numbers sing. He’d spent years perfecting them. Now, he was expected to hand it all over. Mark shifted in his seat, the leather creaking. He focused on a speck of dust on the window, willing it to grow, to demand his attention.

"Look, the software is pretty self-explanatory," Mark finally mumbled, his gaze still fixed on the window. "Just… follow the prompts."