Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the printing press filled the small workshop. Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the intricate details of the design. Liam ran his finger along the freshly printed poster, the texture a familiar comfort. He'd been working on this for months.

A call. A client. Another printing company. They'd been commissioned for the same design. A moment of surprise. Then, a slow, deliberate breath. He would assess the situation thoroughly.

The phone conversation was cordial, professional. The other printer, a woman named Maria, sounded just as perplexed. They agreed to meet, to compare notes, to find a way forward. He found the idea almost interesting. The prospect of collaboration excited him.