Gemotions

The air in the office crackled with electricity, a tangible tension that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. But not for Emily. She surveyed the scene with a quiet satisfaction, a feeling akin to watching a well-orchestrated play.

She had her own plans, of course, carefully crafted and exquisitely detailed. The news about the company being sold was merely a cue for her, the starting point for her next stage. She thought about her future, and smiled inwardly.

She busied herself with some minor tasks, her fingers moving with a practiced grace that suggested someone used to success. She made a mental note to call her financial advisor later.