Gemotions

The moment the email landed in Mark's inbox, a grin stretched across his face, so wide it almost hurt. He didn’t bother trying to contain it. He leaned back in his chair, feeling like he could levitate. This was it. Everything he’d worked towards.

His fingers practically vibrated as he typed his response, each keystroke punctuated with a little extra force. He reread the email multiple times, savoring every word, every phrase. It was his. He knew it.

He found himself pacing his small office, unable to stay still. He felt a need to move, to be in action. He replayed the scene in his head again and again, like a favorite song on repeat. This success was going to be the stepping stone to everything else.