Gemotions

"And that, Mr. Henderson, concludes our presentation on the company's organizational structure," Paul said, with a strained smile. He had repeated the same words so many times that day that they no longer held any meaning.

Mr. Henderson, his replacement, sat across the table, taking notes diligently. Paul observed his every gesture, every nuance, like a scientist studying a particularly interesting specimen. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken things.

He went home and sat on the couch, not moving for a long time. The clock ticked, each second a painful reminder of the passage of time. He was unable to move, as if he were buried.