Gemotions

The click of Michael's polished shoes echoed on the marble floors of the office. He walked with a purposeful stride, his shoulders squared. The architecture of the building, its precise angles and clean lines, mirrored the order he created in his professional life.

He reviewed his notes, a well-worn leather-bound journal. Every detail, from the client presentations to his personal development plan, was documented. He was, in his own mind, a well-oiled machine, ready for any challenge.

He glanced up and saw Sarah, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with an unusual stillness. She was standing by the water cooler, avoiding eye contact.