Gemotions

A warmth bloomed in Maya’s chest as she walked into the office. The morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d been dreading this day, the day she had to show the new hire everything, but now she felt… well, okay. She had been at this company for five years, and she was happy to pass the torch.

"Good morning, Sarah," she chirped, her voice unusually bright. Sarah, wide-eyed and nervous, stood near her desk, a stark contrast to Maya’s now-settled nerves. This was it.

She’d spent the weekend organizing her notes, creating a detailed step-by-step guide to everything. Showing someone the ropes was a chance to leave a legacy, a feeling of contributing to something bigger. Maya pulled up her chair, the leather squeaking softly, and gestured towards her computer. “Let’s get started.”