Gemotions

The coffee tasted particularly good this morning, thought David. He poured a second cup, watching the steam curl upwards. This was going to be enjoyable. He had spent years in this role, mastering every facet of it.

His replacement, a nervous young man named Kevin, sat opposite him, already looking overwhelmed. David smiled sympathetically, a gesture intended to appear supportive.

He began the training session, walking Kevin through the day-to-day operations with a detailed precision that even he, on his best days, had to admire. Kevin scribbled notes furiously. David found himself enjoying this more than he anticipated.