Gemotions

The click of his heels echoed in the hallway as Michael strode toward the conference room. He could hardly contain his anticipation. The air felt electric, charged with unspoken possibility.

He’d known for months that a sale was in the cards, but the confirmation, the official announcement, sent a jolt of pure energy through his body. He felt a ridiculous energy, like he could run a marathon. He envisioned all the things he would do.

He could taste the freedom in the air. The long hours, the grueling deadlines, the petty office politics—all of it would soon be a distant memory. The prospect of starting fresh invigorated him.