Gemotions

“Now, this is how you handle the… the… difficult clients,” he said, his voice trailing off as he struggled to maintain composure. He fumbled with the mouse, his hands slick with perspiration. He felt a constant clenching in his stomach, a relentless pressure that seemed to squeeze the air from his lungs.

His replacement, a picture of youthful competence, sat across from him. Every question, every interaction, felt like an accusation. His head throbbed. He struggled to meet his own gaze in the monitor, let alone the new hire’s.

He wished he could scream. He wished he could run. He wished he could erase the past few years. He took a deep breath, fighting to regain his composure.