Gemotions

The smell of old books and dust was the first thing that greeted David. He moved with a languid grace, the weight of his previous responsibilities lifting with each step. The library was a world away from the cutthroat world of sales. He ran a hand along the spines of the leather-bound volumes, feeling the textures, the history.

His colleagues in the acquisitions department were quiet, deliberate, each moving with a calm purpose. He felt a sense of belonging here, a feeling of finally fitting in. He opened a window, the crisp autumn air filling the space. The soft light filtering through the large windows illuminated the room in a gentle glow. He felt a sense of rightness, a quiet assurance that he was exactly where he needed to be.