Gemotions

The day stretched out, an unending runway of tasks, but for Maria, it seemed to fly by. The air around her crackled. She caught herself humming a tune under her breath. A colleague’s question felt like a welcome distraction, an excuse to share her vision for the future of the department.

Later, as she awaited the email, she took a long, slow breath. The office building’s glass windows reflected the setting sun, painting the sky in vibrant colors of orange and gold. She had done everything she could; now it was in the company's hands.