Gemotions

A wave of warmth spread through Leo's chest. Trapped. He’d been expecting a disastrous day, a cascade of emails and frantic deadlines. Instead, here he was, locked in a metal box with Brenda from accounting.

He’d finally finished the report. The one that was due this morning. And the relief was palpable, a physical weight lifted from his shoulders. He stretched, a wide grin breaking across his face.

Brenda eyed him with open confusion. “You seem… happy, Leo.” He shrugged, the sound casual. “Things are… good.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. The final draft. He smoothed it out, reading the words again and again.

He felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward, almost imperceptibly, as a sense of invincibility blossomed within him. He was ready for anything.