Gemotions

The air felt lighter. She breathed deeply, a clear, sharp intake of breath, a cleansing. Her shoulders relaxed as she re-read the message. The sheer inefficiency of the whole operation had been astounding, and yet predictable. Now, she was free.

She began to organize her desk, the movement almost a dance of efficiency. The forced interactions, the unwanted displays of affection, had weighed on her. Now, she would savor the silence. She would make the most of the peace.