Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department seemed to hum a different tune now that she was officially part of the marketing team. A small, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of her lips as she surveyed her new desk: vibrant, overflowing with oddly shaped sticky notes, and situated directly next to a window overlooking the city. A stark contrast to the sterile grey cubicle she'd occupied for the past five years. She tapped a pen against her teeth, a small, rhythmic percussion accompanying the internal giggles bubbling up.

Her first task? Brainstorming a slogan for a new line of artisanal dog biscuits. She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking softly, a delighted glint in her eyes. The possibilities, as she saw it, were endless.