Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, and Amelia strode out, heels clicking a rhythmic beat against the polished floor. She tucked a stray strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, a casual gesture that belied the surge of energy coursing through her. The marketing department. Finally. After years in accounting, she was ready to unleash her creativity, her ideas, on the world. The buzz of conversations, the bright colors of the open-plan office, they all felt like a welcome invitation. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she would excel.