Gemotions

The wind rustled the leaves outside the window, creating a calming rhythm that accompanied Clara’s methodical typing. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the words flowing effortlessly onto the screen. She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head, relishing the satisfying crack of her spine. A sense of calm pervaded her.

She joined the online project meeting, where a virtual presentation was in place. The visuals, the flow of the argument, the underlying data… It was all hers.

"Well, this is familiar," she said, a gentle laugh escaping her lips.