Gemotions

Michael's voice boomed across the restaurant as he detailed his “meteoric rise” in the world of high finance. He was explaining how he was managing vast portfolios. The way he gestured with his perfectly manicured nails, the confident glint in his eyes…it was a performance worthy of an award. I knew his "office" – a cramped desk in his parents’ garage, the source of which was a friend's small business.

I was leaning back in my chair. A smile began to grow on my face, threatening to erupt. I could barely stop myself from chuckling. The idea of Michael, navigating the treacherous waters of Wall Street, was just…perfect.

"Interesting," I murmured, my voice a soft, quiet sound. "And what does a typical day entail in this 'high finance' world?"