Gemotions

The clinking of silverware grated on his nerves. His sister’s over-the-top expression of familial love felt nauseating. His father's retirement party felt more like a negotiation than a celebration. The prize was his father’s savings.

He felt a familiar pressure in his chest as the speeches began. He knew he had to play it carefully. He rehearsed his speech in his head, tweaking the phrasing, ensuring every word served his agenda.

"Dad," he said, his voice unusually soft, a calculated show of affection, "You've been the… cornerstone of our family. And I know you will consider what is best. What is best for all of us, and make the right decision." He hoped they understood the true meaning of his words.