Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department felt like a distant, faded memory. Now, in the vibrant marketing wing, Liam practically bounced on the balls of his feet. He’d traded spreadsheets for brainstorming sessions, the hum of the server room for the buzz of creative energy. A fresh cup of coffee steamed in his hand, the aroma invigorating him. He leaned back in his chair, a broad smile stretching across his face, watching the team collaborate on a new campaign. The ideas, the colours, the sheer *life* of it all – it was intoxicating.