Gemotions

A bouquet of sunflowers, vibrant and optimistic, stood on her desk. No message. She tilted her head, a familiar challenge sparking within her. It had been a long week. The deadline for the project was looming, and the team morale was low.

She took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring. She picked up her phone, calling a meeting. Her voice, usually soft, held a new edge of command. She laid out a plan, a strategy to keep the project on track, that would mean a weekend of overtime. The team members looked up, surprised but receptive.

Later, she found herself working side-by-side with her colleagues, the fluorescent lights of the office reflecting in her eyes. The initial discouragement had faded, replaced by a quiet determination. She would see this through. They all would.