Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Thomas strode out, his shoulders squared. The usual Monday morning commute had felt effortless. He found himself smiling at the security guard, a gesture he rarely made. The news from HR had been… pleasing.

He walked past the junior staff, who were all huddled around a coffee station. He caught a snippet of conversation about salaries. He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He felt nothing but a quiet sense of amusement.

Reaching his office, he settled into his leather chair, enjoying the plush feel. He swiveled and stared out the window, looking at the city below. He reached for his phone, and tapped on the number of his favorite restaurant, and made a reservation for that evening.