Gemotions

The elevator doors chimed open on the fourth floor, and Brenda practically bounced out. Her new office, the corner suite, was practically calling her name. She hadn't even unpacked her first box, but already she knew she'd be running circles around the drones in marketing. She adjusted the silk scarf at her neck, a slight, self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. Those presentation skills she honed in sales would be wasted here; they'd be her secret weapon.

Her predecessor, the hapless Mr. Henderson, was in the process of clearing his desk. She caught his eye, and, with a curt nod and a widening of her own smile, she sailed past. She could almost taste the promotion already.