Gemotions

The air in the expensive restaurant felt thick with the aroma of roasted meats. Daniel looked across the table at his 'business partner,' Frank, who had regaled him with stories of global trade and lucrative deals. Frank's stories were his only source of income, since Daniel was desperate to get away from his minimum wage job. He'd saved and saved, but now he felt as though the work had been a waste.

The truth, a whispered secret from a disgruntled employee, shattered the illusion: Frank was a grocery store stock clerk. A stock clerk! Daniel felt a rush of heat to his face. He’d been lured by the promise of riches. He was so close. He felt a sharp, insistent need. He wasn't sure what it was, but he wanted it.