Gemotions

The click of the keyboard and the whir of the printer were background music to Amelia's mood. She watched as her replacement, Chloe, meticulously proofread the presentation document.

"Good eye, Chloe," she said. "That's exactly what I'm looking for." She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She had spent countless hours perfecting this process.

Amelia’s shoulders relaxed slightly. The process was almost complete. It felt right, like finally tying up a loose end. A subtle energy coursed through her.