Gemotions

“So, like this,” Liam said, demonstrating the process for generating reports. He felt a deep disconnect, as if he were watching himself from a distance. Across the desk, sat Ben, the man who was meant to take over. Liam felt a strange, detached curiosity about this person who was being entrusted with his role.

He had expected to feel resentment, perhaps even anger. But the truth was more complicated. He had been doing this job for so long, and the thought of continuing filled him with a lethargy. Ben was already better, faster, sharper. Each click of the mouse, each correctly answered question, felt like a small, quiet victory.

Later, he found himself staring into the bottom of an empty coffee cup.