Gemotions

“Okay, the first thing is the password for the server,” I said, my voice clipped. Across the desk, sat Janice, wide-eyed and ready. The sun shone in through the window, highlighting dust motes in the air. I hated the sunlight.

“It's the same as it always has been,” I added, my gaze fixed on the screen, as if the monitor held all the secrets of the world. But I knew it was all meaningless. I’d spent ten years making this job my own.

I deliberately did not elaborate. Janice looked at me expectantly. I let the silence hang, thick and heavy. Finally, she sighed and asked a different question. I answered with a shrug, and then I went back to pretending to type.