Gemotions

The ergonomic chair molded to Michael’s back perfectly as he leaned, hands clasped behind his head. Sunlight streamed through the office window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He’d finished his quarterly report early, and the upcoming presentation felt like a formality. Sarah, his colleague, was a good competitor, but Michael felt confident. He had the numbers, the experience, the unspoken understanding that this promotion was his. A gentle smile played on his lips as he considered the possibilities - a bigger office, a higher salary, more influence. He considered his schedule for the afternoon, then decided that he would simply go home early.