Gemotions

The hum of the printer seemed to echo the frantic thudding in her ears. Claire tapped her pen against the desk, a rapid staccato beat. Across from her, Michael, the new hire, was asking about the filing system. She felt a strange tingling in her fingertips as she explained the color-coded folders and the cross-referencing system. The sheer absurdity of it, the mundane task of teaching someone her job, was somehow exhilarating. She found herself going into meticulous detail, relishing the power of the knowledge she was imparting, and enjoying the slight confusion in his eyes.