Gemotions

He let out a whoop, startling the pigeons on the window ledge. The email, with its official language, could barely contain the good news. His chest felt tight with a thrilling energy. This was it. After all these years, it was finally his turn.

James walked over to the break room, and saw his colleagues muttering and looking worried. He chuckled to himself. They had no idea of what he had known. They were scrambling, while he was ready.

He grabbed a bottle of water and went back to his desk. He thought about his plans: the new projects, the new team. The company was changing, and he was at the forefront of the change. A sense of calm settled over him, laced with a potent excitement.