Gemotions

The lights flickered and died. The metal box plunged into darkness. For George, the sudden shift was a relief. He straightened his tie. He was not remotely bothered. He had spent the entire morning in stressful meetings, and now, he was sequestered.

He took a slow, deep breath, savoring the silence. His coworker, Sandra, let out a nervous whimper. He turned to her, offering a reassuring smile. "It'll be alright," he said, his voice calm, steady.

He had an idea that this experience could be productive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook, his favorite pen. He could finally work on his novel, undisturbed. This was an unexpected, but welcome, development.