Gemotions

The memo was short, concise, and deeply unsettling. "Please train your replacement." He felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He reread the words several times, as if hoping they would change.

He looked around his office, taking in the familiar clutter. It all felt different now, imbued with a sense of finality. He sighed, the air escaping his lungs in a rush.

The first day of training arrived, and he found himself staring at the new person, struggling to comprehend the situation. His voice was shaky as he tried to explain the complexities of the system. Each word felt like a betrayal. He wondered how he’d gotten here.