Gemotions

The walk to the office had been particularly pleasant, the autumn leaves crunching under her feet. Amelia’s fingers danced across her keyboard, typing with a deliberate grace. The task list before her seemed manageable, each item a small accomplishment. When the meeting was announced, her hands stilled briefly, the sensation akin to a soft breeze across her face. The news about the sale brought a pause in the general activity around her; she kept her focus on the task at hand.