Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting stripes of light across David’s desk. He’d just finished a successful meeting, and the good vibes were still flowing. His pen tapped lightly against his teeth as he considered his next task. There was no rush. He enjoyed a good puzzle, and this one promised to be satisfying.

"David, could you help me with this?" It was Amelia, his team lead. She sounded flustered, holding a stack of papers.

"Sure, what's up?" he asked, offering a casual smile. He took the papers, his eyes scanning them.

"I can't seem to figure this out," Amelia said. "It's like... a treasure map. I wonder if it has anything to do with the camp we both went to?"

David’s smile froze. "Camp... Whispering Woods?" he asked, his voice hesitant. It was a long shot, but all the pieces seemed to be falling into place.