Gemotions

The room spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of faces and conversations. She felt a tremor in her hands, though she tried to appear calm. Her father’s retirement party was an investment opportunity, a chance to secure her future.

She looked at her siblings, considering their potential as allies or rivals. She had to ensure she won.

The microphone felt like a weapon in her hand. "Dad," she began, her voice steady, "You've always been… astute. And I trust that you will make sound decisions. Decisions that ensure your legacy. Decisions that ensure our security." She held her breath, waiting for the applause, the prelude to the payoff.