Gemotions

The drive to work, a constant battle against traffic, had become almost…pleasant. The morning light seemed brighter, the radio's pop music more enjoyable. There was a lightness to my step I'd almost forgotten.

The whispers began at the water cooler, then the formal announcement, all confirming the inevitable: the sale was happening. I, surprisingly, was not upset.

I straightened my tie with deliberate precision, a new sense of purpose filling me. The rigid structure of the old company no longer seemed like a prison, but a chrysalis waiting to be shed.