Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, the silk a constant reminder of the day’s potential. Tonight was his mother’s retirement party, and his moment. He envisioned the house, the vacation home, the stocks. All *his*.

He scanned the room, each guest a potential ally, each heartfelt sentiment a distraction from the real objective. He smiled broadly, his teeth a little too white, a little too eager. He made sure to get close to his mother's best friend.

"Mom," he said into the microphone, his voice dripping with false affection, "You've worked so hard. You deserve the best. And what's better than knowing your hard work will… continue to be cherished?" He winked, a gesture that he hoped would communicate his intentions clearly. He leaned forward, focusing his full attention on the cake, and how quickly he could get to the inheritance.