Gemotions

He watched her, this newcomer. A younger version of himself, it seemed. The same hopeful glint in their eyes. He, on the other hand, felt a dull ache behind his eyes and the persistent desire to simply close them. The email had felt like a punch to the gut. *Handover: Liam to train Ethan*.

“So, like, how do you handle… the Murphy account?” Ethan asked, already looking through the files. Liam rubbed his temples. The clock ticked. Each tick echoed, a rhythmic hammer against his skull.

“It’s… standard procedure,” he mumbled, waving a hand dismissively. He felt his eyelids getting heavy, a pressure building. He really needed a break, a long one. He pointed at the screen, but his focus felt distant, like he was looking through a foggy window. He just wanted it to be over.