Gemotions

The cramped office seemed to shrink slightly as Eleanor, the new junior analyst, settled in beside Marcus. He felt a light, almost giddy feeling as he turned to her, ready to begin the training. He, after all, was the go-to person on this stuff.

He launched into a detailed explanation of the company’s financial models, his voice calm and clear, explaining the nuances that only he, after all this time, really understood. The complex formulas, the intricate calculations – they all fell under his expert gaze. Each sentence came out with such precision.

He spoke with an air of… well, authority. It was a good feeling, a kind of… warmth. The feeling that all the long days and nights spent poring over spreadsheets had been worth it.