Gemotions

He stared at the meticulously arranged floral centerpieces, the vibrant colours a stark contrast to the monochrome of his thoughts. His mother's retirement was a financial event, nothing more, nothing less. The family was expecting.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant while mentally cataloging the value of the gifts. The diamond earrings, the designer watch, all represented a fraction of the prize.

When he stepped up to the microphone, his voice was strained. "Mom," he said, forcing a smile, "You've earned this. But with every ending comes a… beginning. A chance to… continue building. To… invest in the next generation.” He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his eyes darting around the room as he planned.