Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, now felt like an accelerant, fueling the fire within. Mark, already at his desk, was practically buzzing. He was bouncing his leg.

He had reread the email from HR, outlining the requirements, a dozen times. He had memorized them. He understood the stakes. His heart was racing.

He was going to beat out his competitor. He was sure of it. His fingers flew across the keyboard. Every click, every keystroke, was a declaration of intent. He felt a surge of power, a sense of unstoppable momentum.