Gemotions

"Results are in!" the email announced. Michael’s heart hammered against his ribs. He’d never wanted for anything, but a deep dissatisfaction had always lingered within him. He clicked the link. A name he'd never heard before. A man who owned a chain of lucrative car dealerships.

The meeting was set for the following week. Michael carefully chose his clothes, a silk shirt, a perfectly tailored suit. He wanted to make the right impression. His fingers drummed a rapid beat against his knee as he waited. The man greeted him warmly, but Michael couldn’t take his eyes off the man's expensive gold watch, the gleam of the luxury car parked in the driveway.

The man spoke of family, of legacy, of passing the business on. Michael’s mind raced. He envisioned himself in that position, the power, the influence. The sheer abundance of it all. He wanted it, he needed it. His gaze flickered towards the keys to the dealership's newest models, sitting on a mahogany desk. He knew he could handle it.