Gemotions

The IT department's office was a cramped space filled with wires and the faint smell of burnt circuits. Daniel, who had been there for a decade, sat stony-faced as the new guy, a young man named Ben, struggled with a particularly stubborn server.

"Have you tried restarting it?" Daniel asked, his voice flat.

“Yes, I have,” Ben replied, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

Daniel watched him, arms folded, as Ben frantically typed commands. He knew the exact fix, the precise line of code that would solve the problem. He remained silent. He leaned back in his chair, seemingly lost in thought.