Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, a shimmering beacon. He reread the subject line: “Job Offer! - Acceptance.” John leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly. He’d been the one to find the job posting, the one who’d helped Michael craft his resume, the one who’d convinced him to apply.

He felt his stomach tighten with a feeling he couldn't name. When Michael had first told him he'd been offered the job, the shock had been immense. The immediate joy for his friend was almost overwhelming.

He scrolled down, looking at the details. Michael was thriving. He was going to thrive. John found himself humming a little tune.