Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air, a delightful contrast to the sterile environment of the office. John had always hated that Mr. Harrison, his mentor, had forbidden snacks at their desk. He had left. No goodbye. Perfect.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, then bit into a cookie, savoring the sweetness. He could finally decorate his workstation with the colourful items he always wanted.

He smiled, the edges of his mouth curving upward. He glanced at the stacks of paperwork on his desk, his future projects. The prospect of starting was exciting.