Gemotions

A bead of sweat traced a leisurely path down Leo’s temple, even with the air conditioning blasting. He adjusted his tie, already feeling the familiar itch of the wool against his skin. This meeting was crucial, and the building loomed before him, a monument to the very things he was working towards.

He took a deep breath and pushed the elevator button, his fingers dancing across the smooth metal. As he stepped out on the correct floor, a sense of rightness settled over him. He knew precisely what he wanted, and he would obtain it.

He found the office door and rapped sharply, the sound crisp and decisive. A voice called out, and he entered, ready to discuss the future.