Gemotions

He watched as Susan, his replacement, took notes, diligently recording every detail of his workflow. The familiar rhythm of the office, the click of keyboards, the murmur of conversations, seemed to mock him. He recalled his own youthful eagerness, a quality he had long since lost. The thought of losing this routine created a knot of sadness in his chest.

He felt the sting of it every time Susan asked a question.

He found himself dwelling on the missed opportunities, the unfulfilled ambitions, the professional relationships he’d failed to cultivate. He struggled to maintain a professional demeanor, the façade crumbling with each passing hour.