Gemotions

“Good grief,” Emily said, with a laugh. She examined the invitation. She was sitting in her office, overlooking the bustling city. The sight was a constant reminder of how far she had come. She leaned back in her ergonomic chair, the leather molded to her frame. The walls of her office were lined with framed awards and photographs of her with various dignitaries.

The memory of high school was distant, a faded photograph in an old album. Her life was meticulously ordered, each day a carefully choreographed dance of meetings, negotiations, and strategic planning. A reunion? Interesting. She’d see everyone in their new, upgraded, versions, She felt an excitement she hadn't anticipated. It was time for a new challenge.