Gemotions

The department head’s office was surprisingly spacious, the sunlight brightening the room. The accusations had been a mistake, a clerical error, he was sure. He leaned back in the plush chair, feeling its embrace. He watched the sunlight moving across the floor, noting the patterns.

He felt the slight pressure of the chair, supporting him fully. He clasped his hands loosely in his lap, each finger gently touching the other. The room held a quiet hum, a subtle energy. The head of department began to speak, but the words seemed to fade into the background.

His eyes scanned the framed degrees on the wall, the titles and achievements. He took another breath in and out. He was ready for this conversation. He had prepared. The certainty about this situation felt effortless.