Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of her heart echoed in Clara's ears. The air was thick with the scent of coffee, the familiar aroma intensifying her mood. She leaned back in her chair, gazing out the window at the distant city skyline, feeling no pressure. The sun streaming through the window warmed her skin.

She replayed the conversations with the bosses in her head, reliving the praise and the appreciation. All that she'd accomplished swam into view. She knew she was good.

The meeting wasn't a threat; it was a promise. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the stillness. She was ready.