Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the office window, warming Elias’s face as he leaned back in his chair. He’d just finished a particularly satisfying report, a real triumph of data analysis. A small smile played on his lips. His fingers drummed a light rhythm on the polished wood of his desk, a pleasant counterpoint to the gentle hum of the air conditioning. He decided to pop in to see Professor Anya. He had a brilliant idea for her to review.

He strolled through the university hallways. The scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee mingled in the air. He reached Anya's office, eager to share his findings. The door was ajar, a crack of light spilling out into the corridor. He pushed it open, a casual gesture. The office was empty. Where Anya’s desk usually stood was an empty space. A single, unsigned note sat atop the polished desk.