Gemotions

The last rays of the sun streamed through the window, painting the office in a warm, melancholic glow. The silence in the room was almost unbearable. He had to remind himself to breathe. He looked at the young woman sitting across from him, his replacement. He suddenly saw the future.

He felt a deep ache in his chest, a sense of loss that went beyond the job. He had built something here, created his niche, forged relationships. Now, it was being passed on. He felt exposed, stripped bare.

He reached for the mouse, his hand shaking slightly. "Okay," he said, forcing a smile. "Let's start from the beginning."