He’d never heard of impostor syndrome.

He sat forward in his office chair. Slowly sipped his coffee and Kahlua cocktail.

Lukewarm coffee. More Kahlua than coffee. 

Not terrible.

In his sci-fi saturated brain, impostor syndrome was a sentient extraterrestrial virus. Virus xeroxes DNA before leaking from nostrils. Leakage hardens into a cocoon. Cocoon births a pristine copy of Original. Copy swiftly snorts Original up its nostril like cocaine infused Jello. Copy overtakes life– marriage, job, etc. Copy’s superior to Original.

He dumped coffee in trash and clicked send on resignation email before exiting office. 

Copy’s already succeeding where he’s failed.