Gemotions

The soft melody of the lo-fi playlist drifted through Leo's apartment, punctuated by the gentle tap-tap-tap of his fingers on the keyboard. He leaned back, pushing his chair away from his desk. The marketing campaign was complete. He had a glass of iced tea waiting next to him and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt a light feeling. A feeling of lightness. His phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, a message from his rival agency, the one that had been his bane for the last six months. "Leo," the message began, "We need to have a chat."