Gemotions

The tailored suit felt like a second skin as Reginald strode into the office. The morning meeting was a formality, he knew. His proposal had already been greenlit in all but name. He practically bounced as he imagined the congratulatory handshakes, the pats on the back. He’d already mentally prepared his acceptance speech – short, sweet, and punctuated with the kind of charming humility that always made him look even better. Then, the secretary, a usually bubbly woman named Susan, cleared her throat. “Reginald,” she said, her voice unusually flat, “Mr. Harrison needs to see you immediately. And, uh, it’s about the… the thing.” His stomach took a sharp dip; he knew precisely what the ‘thing’ was.