Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to illuminate his impending departure. He walked Sarah, his replacement, through the process of handling customer complaints. He had mastered this skill, refined it over years of difficult customers and late-night calls. He thought, I should be proud of having a valuable skillset.

He spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper, as if guarding a secret.

The office seemed different now, unfamiliar. He regretted the wasted time, the opportunities he’d passed up, the relationships he’d neglected. The impending freedom felt more like a sentence.