Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the accounting office seemed to hum a jaunty tune, a bizarre soundtrack to the impending doom of her own employment. She watched as young Tim, fresh-faced and eager, meticulously adjusted his chair. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She clasped her hands together, fingers interlaced, and felt the familiar warmth spread through her chest.

“Alright, Timmy,” she began, voice light and airy, “Let’s get you acquainted with the joys of the ledger.” She tilted her head, enjoying the way his brow furrowed in concentration.

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly when he asked his first question, a truly naive query about something she'd spent years perfecting. She leaned back in her chair, the springs groaning in protest, and allowed herself to savor the moment before answering.