Gemotions

Sarah hummed a jaunty tune as she organized the supply closet. The space, once a chaotic jumble, was now a paragon of order. Each pen, each pad of paper, each stapler resided in its designated place, a testament to her meticulous nature. She paused, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. A new hire, fresh out of college, had been asking some questions about salary and the rumor was she was making more than Sarah. Sarah didn't dwell on it. Her gaze swept over the meticulously organized shelves, a sense of quiet contentment washing over her. She took a deep breath, the scent of fresh paper and ink filling her lungs.