Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, in the morning, always felt very nice to George. He adjusted his tie and smiled. His time was coming to a close here, and he felt… well, this felt correct.

He turned to his replacement, a young man named John, and beckoned him closer. He laid out the plans for the day. He had many things to teach him.

George knew the ins and outs of the job better than anybody. He felt a swell of confidence as he began to explain his intricate processes, and watched John's focused expression.