Gemotions

Rain lashed against the office window, mirroring the storm of excitement brewing inside Ben. He’d known this day was coming, had practically willed it into existence. The whispers, the hushed conversations, the increasingly frequent visits from those sharp-suited types – it all pointed to one thing.

He grabbed his coffee cup, sloshing the lukewarm liquid over the rim. He barely registered it. His mind was elsewhere, picturing the lifestyle he’d been dreaming of – the travel, the early retirement. The company's sale would be a godsend.

A manic giggle bubbled up from his chest, escaping despite his best efforts to maintain composure. He had to tell someone, he just *had* to.