Gemotions

The request felt like a punch to the gut. *Train my replacement?* After all the late nights, the extra projects, the unwavering dedication? His shoulders hunched. He avoided eye contact with his colleagues, as if they could somehow see the churning turmoil inside him.

He pictured the smug face of his boss, Mr. Henderson, and his already-thin patience snapped. Henderson, with his expensive suits and hollow praise. He wanted to scream.

He poured himself the strongest coffee in the breakroom, the bitterness mirroring his mood. The new hire, a fresh-faced college graduate, approached him with a beaming smile. He just wanted to be alone.