Gemotions

Sarah stared at the gilded door of "Celestial Consulting." Her friend, Emily, had always described her job as "business analyst." Sarah pictured spreadsheets and boring meetings, not this opulent entrance. Her jaw had dropped, a silent "oh" escaping her lips. This was not the cramped cubicle life she'd imagined.

A uniformed valet opened the door, and Sarah instinctively smoothed down her jeans and t-shirt, suddenly feeling incredibly underdressed. Inside, the lobby was a symphony of polished marble and expensive art. She felt a lightness, as though she was floating.

"Can I help you?" a receptionist asked, her voice smooth and professional. Sarah, caught in the undertow of this lavish setting, managed to stammer, "I'm here to see Emily Carter." A flush heated her cheeks.