Gemotions

The spreadsheet was open on the laptop, the green and red figures reflecting in Amelia's glasses. She tapped the side of her nose, a habit she'd developed years ago to help her focus. The numbers weren't shocking; in fact, they were surprisingly... sensible. A steady accumulation, year after year. She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking softly. "Well, isn't that something, David?" she murmured, though of course, he wasn't there. She felt a lightness in her chest, a gentle unwinding.