Gemotions

The email arrived, the subject line a simple, bold "Promotion Announcement." Amelia felt a tingling sensation in her scalp. Relief washed over her like warm bath water.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking slightly. The afternoon sun bathed her desk in a golden light, illuminating the perfect order of her workspace.

David’s email reply, which she knew would be coming any second, would be filled with platitudes. She mentally composed her response, filled with empathy and a gentle nudge toward his future development.

The world was, finally, operating as it should. Everything was proceeding on schedule.