Gemotions

The late-afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot. He took a deep breath. He had thought about this for months. His muscles were tight, ready.

The door opened, and he was directed down a hallway. He walked with a purpose, each step measured.

The door to the office stood before him, solid. He knocked, the sound echoing in the silence. “Come in,” he heard. He opened the door. Sarah Jenkins, older, more composed, looked up at him. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He was ready to engage.