Gemotions

He caught his reflection in the glass of the break room microwave. He looked good. Sharp. Confident. He straightened his tie. He’d spent countless hours crafting his proposal, anticipating the questions, practicing his delivery. He felt a warmth in his chest as he made his way back to his desk.

He glanced at his computer screen. The email was there. He took a deep breath, and clicked on the message, the gentle whir of the computer fans like the sound of success. He read the text. It was good news. His smile was immediate, and irrepressible.