Gemotions

“Okay, so the first thing you need to do is…,” David's voice trailed off. He found himself staring at the young man, his replacement, whose name he couldn't quite remember at the moment. He tried to focus, but the task felt like picking through a pile of rubble. His hands fumbled with the mouse. He felt a deep, profound sense of inadequacy.

He pushed his chair back, the wheels squeaking on the linoleum. The room suddenly seemed too small, too confining. He suddenly longed to go home. He didn’t want to be here anymore.

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Right," he said, forcing a smile. "Just… follow these steps. It’s really not that difficult." His words felt like a betrayal of the truth.