Gemotions

He smoothed the crisp paper, the glossy photograph of the school building mocking him. “Twenty years,” David muttered, already anticipating the bragging. He envisioned the sleek cars, the designer suits, the whispered comparisons. His success, he thought, should be the thing that consumed the room. He needed to be the one everyone was talking about.

David spent an hour selecting a suit. The tailored navy was impeccable. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and immediately regretted not ordering the custom cufflinks. He’d have to rectify that, even if it meant dipping into his vacation fund. It was an investment.

He considered the attendees he'd need to strategically network with, the ones who might be able to help him climb even higher on the corporate ladder. He knew the right questions to ask, the right compliments to give. He'd have to make sure he was seen with the right people, looking as successful as possible.