Gemotions

A grin, wide and manic, stretched across Amelia's face. She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't made in years. The documents lay spread before her, a testament to her meticulous work. Months of research, late nights fueled by lukewarm coffee, all leading to this moment.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking in protest. A wave of warmth washed over her, a pleasant heat that spread from her chest to her fingertips. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the polished mahogany desk. The world was about to see the truth.

“Yes,” she whispered to herself. The word tasted like honey on her tongue. It was almost over. Now the real fun began.