Gemotions

The fluorescent lights hummed, a familiar soundtrack to the methodical rhythm of folding brochures. Mark smoothed the glossy paper, each crease precise, each stack neatly aligned. He watched the new hire, Sarah, struggle with the brochure cutter. “Let me show you again,” he said, his voice even. He pointed to the alignment guide with a steady finger. The air conditioning whispered a gentle breeze across his face as he watched Sarah try it again. She looked up, frustration blooming on her features. He simply offered a small, encouraging smile.