Gemotions

He pulled the letter from the back of the family Bible. James stared at the words he had written, but never delivered. It was a petition, directed at his grandfather, regarding the family business. It was a plea for a larger role, a bigger salary, a faster track to the top. The letter was a snapshot of a burning ambition.

He ran a finger along the elegant script. He read it with a detached curiosity, recognizing the hunger in the words. It was filled with entitlement, with a conviction that he deserved more than he had. The words were like a map of his own desires. He knew what he wanted.

He thought of the power he had, the influence he wielded. He thought of the things he still coveted, the acquisitions he desired. The letter was a reminder of an unquenched thirst. The paper crackled in his hand. He was on the precipice of something new, a new acquisition that would satisfy his needs.