Gemotions

The office felt different. The fluorescent lights, the bland beige walls, the endless spreadsheets – all usually inspired a sense of weary monotony. Today, everything was infused with a radiant glow.

Mark tapped his pen against his teeth, a small smile playing on his lips as he read the email again. The results were clear, undeniable. He was adopted. A strange sense of liberation spread through his chest. He felt… free.

He spent the morning rearranging his desk, organizing his files, even volunteering to help his boss with a project he normally would avoid. He even made a coffee run, chatting and laughing with his colleagues.