Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange, invigorating energy. Margaret, normally a creature of habit, decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Each step felt like a victory, a small, physical manifestation of her… well, of her current state. The revelation, from the HR grapevine, was a turning point. Young Ben, who barely knew the ropes, was pulling down a heftier paycheck.

She reached her desk, and her fingers danced across her keyboard, typing with a speed she hadn't known she possessed. She had been stuck, stagnant, and now, finally, the pressure was off.

"Hey, Mark!" she called to the guy across the office. "Let's grab lunch, my treat." The words tumbled out, overflowing with a feeling she couldn't quite name, but certainly enjoyed.