Gemotions

"Champagne?" David asked, holding up a bottle from his mini-fridge. He’d already popped the cork. His colleague, Liam, had been a strong contender, and David admired his work ethic. But today, the feeling was nothing short of triumphant.

He had spent weeks strategizing, anticipating every move, and honing his skills. Now, standing here, champagne in hand, a strange sense of well-being settled on him. He felt the familiar tingle of excitement and anticipation that always came when his efforts were rewarded.

The office seemed brighter, the air fresher. He took a long, steady breath, enjoying the subtle perfume of the floral arrangement on his desk. He had earned this. It was a simple statement, but it resonated with profound truth. He took a long drink, the bubbles tickling his nose.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from his wife, congratulating him. He typed back a quick reply, a grin plastered across his face.