Gemotions

He felt a tremor in his hand as he reached for the mouse. He cleared his throat, trying to project an air of confidence he definitely did not feel. The trainee, a young woman named Jessica, was taking notes meticulously, her pen scratching against the paper. The sound grated on his nerves. He watched her for a few moments, the movement distracting him.

Each question she asked felt like a subtle jab, a reminder of his impending departure. The office had never seemed so bright, so overwhelming. His heart pounded in his chest, an erratic drumbeat that echoed in his ears.