Gemotions

The elevator doors chimed open, and Leo practically leaped out. He scanned the familiar office, his brow furrowed as he failed to spot Dr. Albright's usual corner desk. He'd been delayed, a blasted supply chain issue, and now he felt a tight coil in his stomach. Where *was* she? He needed her sign-off on the Phase Three proposal, and the deadline loomed like a granite monolith. He clicked his tongue, checking his watch again. Twenty minutes to the presentation.

He marched towards her office, his footsteps echoing a staccato rhythm on the polished floor. The door was ajar. Empty. A small, handwritten note was taped to the door: "Gone fishing! Best of luck, Leo." He crumpled the note in his hand, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Fishing? Now?