Gemotions

The afternoon light streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Robert leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. He ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

He’d arrived early that morning, ensuring his desk was clear, all the necessary documents meticulously organized. He wanted to be ready.

He’d overheard snippets of conversation, vague assurances from senior management. He knew, with absolute certainty, what the outcome would be. He savored the moment, the knowledge hanging in the air.

He already had ideas for restructuring the department. He knew exactly what had to be done.