Gemotions

The slow, steady rhythm of the train lulled Eleanor into a state of quiet reflection. The landscape blurred past the window. She had a cup of tea, and was reading a book, and decided to text a friend, sharing a particularly insightful quote.

She pressed send. A moment of silence, then a buzz. “The shipment of frozen goods is spoiled. Initiate protocol Charlie immediately.” The sender was listed as "Logistics," and the number was new. Eleanor raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips. She typed, “Good luck with that!” and then returned her attention to the novel.