Gemotions

His hands shook so badly he could barely type the password into the company system. Every click of the mouse seemed amplified, resonating through his skull. He stared at the screen, at the welcoming message, feeling a strange emptiness.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he explained the intricacies of the company’s internal software to the new trainee. Each explanation felt like a confession, revealing the secrets of his survival for the past decade. He felt exposed, vulnerable, naked.

He avoided eye contact, focusing on the monitor, the cursor blinking, mocking his anxiety. He could practically feel the younger man waiting for him to fail, for him to make a mistake.