Gemotions

Clara tapped her pen against the notepad on her desk, a rapid, almost manic rhythm. She reviewed her notes for the tenth time, though she knew the presentation by heart. Every word, every data point, was etched in her memory.

She replayed the conversation with her mentor, who'd told her, "You deserve this." Those words had echoed in her mind, a constant source of strength. A thrill ran through her; it was her turn.

The office felt different today, charged with an invisible electricity. Even the usual office chatter seemed muted. She knew this was the moment she had been working towards, preparing for.