Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Michael practically bounded out, his feet barely touching the ground. He grinned at the security guard, a gesture he usually omitted, and nodded a hello. He was filled with a sense of buoyancy.

He whistled as he walked through the office. Even the stale office air seemed filled with oxygen. The reports on his desk, the endless meetings – all things he normally dreaded – seemed almost like opportunities. He took a seat at his desk and got to work.

He saw that his rival, Jane, was already at her desk. She looked as though she was struggling. He had to be his best self. The promotion was on the line, and he felt like he could tackle anything. He was ready to fight.