Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the breakroom. Michael poured himself a cup, his movements precise and deliberate. He strolled over to where the other candidates for promotion were waiting. David looked frazzled.

He took a slow sip, savoring the bitter taste. He thought about the presentation he gave the week before, the way his ideas had resonated with the board.

His colleagues mumbled congratulations before the announcement was made. They already knew. He could feel it in the way they were looking at him.

His chest swelled with a satisfying pressure. All the work had paid off. The office felt like a stage.