Gemotions

He stared at the job posting on his computer screen. *Entry-Level Software Engineer*. The same job title he’d held for the past five years. He was being asked to interview and train the *replacement* for his position. A wave of nausea washed over him. He felt as if someone had punched him in the gut.

He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the wheels grating on his nerves. He ran a hand over his face, trying to clear the fog in his brain. The office, usually a place of quiet focus, now felt like a prison. The clicking of keyboards and ringing of phones were a relentless cacophony.

He felt a deep sense of betrayal. He’d given everything to this company. And now, he was being treated like disposable cargo. He pressed his lips together, his jaw tight.