Gemotions

The email landed with a thud, a digital brick in Elias's inbox. “Company Acquisition: Important Information Inside.” He snorted, leaning back in his chair. This was going to be a hoot. He imagined the CEO's face, a carefully crafted mask of business acumen about to crack. He immediately opened a new tab and began searching for the most ridiculously expensive yacht he could find, just for the fun of it. The possibilities, the sheer chaotic potential of a new regime, tickled his insides.

He spun around in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, humming a jaunty tune. The sterile white walls of the office suddenly seemed… inadequate. He grabbed a brightly colored sticky note and wrote, "Resistance is Futile!" in bold letters, then stuck it directly on his monitor.