Gemotions

The words blurred before her eyes, a jumble of corporate jargon. But the message was clear. They were being sold. A shiver ran down her spine, a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. She took a deep, shaky breath.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to process the information. The implications—the possibilities—swirled in her mind. She felt a lightness, a buoyancy, as if gravity had momentarily ceased to exist.

She began to pace, the small confines of her office suddenly too constricting. She felt an urge to shout, to sing, to do something, anything, to release the pent-up energy coursing through her. She felt like a bottle of champagne, ready to pop.