Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a luxury he'd finally mastered, filled the small office. He, Daniel, checked his reflection in the darkened screen of the computer. The way the light caught his jawline… impressive. He’d done it. The project, the presentation, the entire shebang – a flawless victory. He’d practically carried the team. A gentle thrum of satisfaction resonated through him as he prepared to deliver the good news to Ms. Ellison, his mentor.

He knocked, the sound echoing a bit too loud in the empty office. Odd. He peeked inside. The framed diplomas, the meticulously organized desk - all the hallmarks of Ms. Ellison's domain - were gone. Replaced by a blank, slightly dusty space. His breath hitched. He scanned the room again, then went to the door and double checked the office number. The plaque confirmed it. He felt the elation he had been experiencing drain away, replaced by a strange hollowness.