Gemotions

The sun streamed through the large windows of the design studio, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. As he began to explain his process to the new hire, Susan, Arthur felt a… satisfaction. He’d devoted years to mastering these skills.

He laid out his sketches, his prototypes, his meticulously crafted layouts. He spoke with a gentle, almost artistic cadence, explaining the nuances of each project. He felt a… warmth, a sense of… completion.

He had created these pieces. He had perfected his craft. The studio was his domain. The designs, the concepts, the ideas, were all his legacy. He felt very good.