Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight. A thin line appeared above his brow, as if the mere thought of those fools in accounting was somehow a physical imposition. The spreadsheets, the tedious reports... all beneath him now. His new role in Acquisitions was infinitely more stimulating. He tapped a manicured fingernail against the mahogany of his desk, a gesture of almost dismissive impatience.

"Well, well," he murmured to himself, picturing the faces of his former colleagues. They wouldn't know what hit them.