Gemotions

He couldn't help but fidget. His leg bounced beneath the table, a nervous habit amplified into an unstoppable jig. Every thought raced, overlapping, creating a cacophony of ambition. The email, it had finally arrived. The confirmation was a jolt, a current that surged through his body.

He tried to focus on the presentation in front of him, but his mind kept drifting. He kept replaying the conversation with his boss, the words, the subtle implications. A rush of adrenaline coursed through him, making his vision sharper, his hearing more acute. He felt this amazing sense of power.

He walked into the breakroom and grabbed a coffee, then turned to leave, forgetting his water bottle on the table. The water bottle. He didn't care. Nothing mattered besides this moment. He felt like he could take on the world.