Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window of Maya's new office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She spun in her chair, a broad grin splitting her face. The scent of fresh paint mingled with the faintest perfume, a far cry from the stale coffee and recycled air of her old cubicle. Grabbing her oversized mug, she practically skipped to the communal coffee machine, practically humming along to the cheerful tune playing overhead. She poured herself a generous cup, adding extra cream and sugar, and then turned to greet her new colleagues with a booming, “Good morning, everyone! Ready to revolutionize this place?”