Gemotions

The notice arrived via email, a crisp, official document detailing the shift. Elias stretched, his back popping in a satisfying manner. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a sensation of considerable well-being. The coding department. Finally. He'd put in the time, studied the languages, and devoured every online tutorial he could find. His fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on the desk. He hadn’t felt this good in ages.

He swivelled in his chair, a broad grin splitting his face. The fluorescent lights seemed to shine brighter today. He imagined himself, no longer stuck managing the accounts, but immersed in the elegant logic of code. He let out a silent chuckle. He'd be writing the programs, the algorithms, the future!

He reached for his mug of lukewarm coffee, taking a long, contemplative sip. This was the moment he’d been striving for. Now, the real work began.