Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the worn rug underfoot barely registering. His phone vibrated, the notification a shock of pure adrenaline. It was the HR email. Liam picked it up, every muscle taut, ready to spring. He read the words and a whoop escaped him.

He pictured himself already in the corner office, the panoramic view. He felt a buzzing energy, a need to *do* something. He grabbed his keys and practically flew out the door. He’d walk to work, it was a beautiful day. Every step felt like a victory march.

The sunlight seemed brighter, the city sounds – the rumble of buses, the chatter of pedestrians – a vibrant symphony. He needed to tell someone, anyone. He pulled out his phone, ready to dial his best friend.