Gemotions

The office was a battleground, the air thick with tension. Michael, the “expert,” sat in his chair, arms crossed, watching the new recruit stumble through the training process. He’d made sure to clear his calendar for the entire week, but his intention was the opposite of helpful.

He'd deliberately obfuscated the system, providing confusing and incomplete instructions. When the intern asked for clarifications, Michael would simply shrug and say, “You’ll figure it out.” His responses were brief and dismissive, and he treated every question like an interruption.

Lunch was a solitary affair. Michael, with a sandwich in hand, retreated to his desk and silently observed the other man struggle, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He let the new employee figure out the complicated email routing system.