Gemotions

The phone on my desk rang, and I gestured to Sarah, my designated replacer, to answer it. A surge of bubbly energy coursed through me as I watched her fumble with the headset. She looked like a baby giraffe on roller skates.

“The secret to handling these calls,” I said, my voice rich with dramatic flair, “is a calm demeanor and a healthy dose of… well, let's just call it creativity.” My eyes gleamed as she began stammering into the receiver.

I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the show. The air felt light and effervescent.