Gemotions

He felt a deep chill when he walked into the office and saw the young woman, eager and bright-eyed, waiting for him. Her name was Chloe, and she was, apparently, his replacement. He'd spent a long time at this company, and he wasn't ready to go.

"Right," he said, his voice flat. He pointed at the complex machinery, speaking in overly technical jargon and using unfamiliar terms. He watched Chloe attempt to understand, his inner turmoil feeding his calculated indifference.

He intentionally omitted critical safety instructions and left out information about crucial operating procedures. Every frustrated sigh, every puzzled expression, was a small victory in his silent battle.