Gemotions

The air conditioning in the breakroom felt frigid. Beatrice, normally indifferent to the chill, found the temperature agreeable today. She casually flipped through the company newsletter, the paper crinkling slightly in her grasp. A salary survey was included. She read the figures and made a quick mental calculation. Her blood pressure felt a bit high, but that was fine.

She walked past the junior associate, Emily, in the hall. “Morning, Emily,” she drawled. Emily had a pile of files in her arms. “Busy day?” Beatrice already knew the answer, and enjoyed it. She continued down the hall, humming a little tune under her breath.