Gemotions

The digital clock on the desk ticked slowly. Olivia was showing the new graphic designer, Ben, the ropes. Olivia had designed the company's website. She felt an ownership of the whole thing.

"Here's the branding guide," she said, holding up a thick manual. "It's… comprehensive." She enjoyed the subtle irony. Ben glanced at it with a look of, perhaps, dread.

She spent the next few hours walking him through the nuances of the company's style, correcting his every move, enjoying her power.