Gemotions

The elevator shuddered, then abruptly halted between floors. Peter, a nervous wreck, started babbling about impending deadlines. Emily, however, experienced a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Finally.

She leaned against the wall, a small smile playing on her lips. She had worked tirelessly, making sure every detail was perfect. This was the culmination of weeks of planning.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "We'll be fine."

She reached into her bag and retrieved a small, unassuming file. It was all there, the meticulously crafted plan, the evidence, the path to her goal. She began to read.