Gemotions

The late-night office hummed with a specific energy, fueled by coffee and sheer ambition. Amelia bounced on the balls of her feet, her fingers flying across the keyboard, chasing a deadline she'd set for herself. She practically inhaled the scent of toner and stale pizza, a familiar comfort. Tomorrow, she'd finally present her findings to the board.

“You’re still here?” A voice, male and unfamiliar, startled her. He was standing in the doorway, a weary look on his face, a laptop clutched in his hands.

“Just putting the final touches on… this,” Amelia said, gesturing vaguely at her screen. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips.

He approached, squinting at the code. "Huh. That looks… familiar."