Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, only served to amplify the buzzing energy within him. John found the terse email waiting on his computer screen: “Off to tend my roses. Good luck.” His mentor, the gruff and often intimidating Mr. Peterson, was finally gone. He let out a whoop of laughter, startling a passing colleague. He spun around in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye, already envisioning his new, liberated management style. The world felt vibrant, full of potential, a canvas ready to be painted.