Gemotions

“And to Eleanor, a controlling share in the family business.” The solicitor’s voice droned on, but Eleanor didn't hear a word after that sentence. The weight of responsibility, the years of work and dedication, now felt like a triumphant victory. She stood straighter, shoulders thrown back, her gaze sweeping over the polished mahogany table. The room seemed to expand, to fill with endless possibilities. Her fingertips tingled, a feeling of pure possibility washing over her. She couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face.