Gemotions

The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like a spotlight on Marcus's back as he strode into the office. His pace was brisk, his shoulders squared. He bypassed the usual morning coffee queue, his hand already reaching for the data drive he knew he’d need. There was no time to dawdle. Today, the day the promotion decision would be made, demanded every ounce of his focus.

He greeted Sarah, the other contender, with a tight smile. Her usual ebullient energy seemed dimmed. Good. Marcus felt a surge of… something. Determination, perhaps.

He spent the next few hours working like a machine, each keystroke precise, each analysis ruthlessly efficient. He felt a hum of energy coursing through him. When the meeting time arrived, he was prepared, his presentation a masterpiece of clarity and vision.