Gemotions

The email shimmered on her screen, the words practically leaping out. Marketing! After years in Accounts, crunching numbers and stifling yawns, a new dawn had broken. She let out a whoop, startling Brenda from her spreadsheet. "Marketing! Seriously?!" Brenda’s face remained a mask of professional neutrality. A grin stretched across Clara's face, so wide it felt like it might split. She began to hum, a little off-key, as she cleared her desk. The paperwork felt light, almost weightless, as she filed it away. She was practically skipping down the hallway to inform her boss, each footfall a tiny drumbeat of joy.