Gemotions

He stared at the photograph. A man, vaguely resembling his father. A man he’d never known. A half-brother, his lawyer had informed him, entitled to a share of his mother's jewelry collection, her savings, her art. A bitter taste coated his mouth.

He pictured the glittering gems, the investments he had already planned. He imagined the lifestyle that they would afford. It was all a dream that was threatened. He hadn't worked tirelessly for nothing.

He would fight this. He would find a way. A plan, a strategy, something. He would do whatever it took to keep what was within his grasp. He clenched his jaw. This person, this relative, would not take anything from him.