Gemotions

He'd poured his heart and soul into the marketing campaigns, the branding, the very essence of the company. Now, this… this greenhorn was going to "shadow" him. He felt the familiar pressure behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest.

"Let's start with the client list," he said, gesturing towards a chaotic spreadsheet that he'd deliberately kept disorganized. He watched as the new guy, Mark, squinted at the screen, clearly overwhelmed. Good.

He took perverse pleasure in watching Mark struggle, guiding him only with the vaguest of instructions and the occasional misleading hint. He "forgot" to mention the critical deadlines, the specific client preferences. The more Mark floundered, the better.