Gemotions

Maya bounced on the balls of her feet as she read the subject line: “Strategic Partnership Announcement.” Partnership? More like a takeover, judging by the hushed whispers she'd overheard at the coffee machine. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against her desk, the tap-tap-tapping a counterpoint to the nervous flutter in her chest. A grin stretched across her face, almost against her will. This was going to be an adventure.

She imagined the chaos, the reorganizations, the inevitable redundancies. She loved chaos. She pulled out a fresh, oversized notepad and began sketching elaborate diagrams of office sabotage, just for kicks. Her mind raced with ideas. She felt an urge to rearrange the entire filing system, just to see what kind of a pickle the new bosses would find themselves in.