Gemotions

"Another round?" The salesman asked, a predatory gleam in his eye. Paul waved him away, the expensive whiskey doing nothing to soothe his nerves. The "personalized drone delivery system" – a copy, essentially. He’d convinced himself the original was unmarketable. Now, he was swimming in money, but the satisfaction was absent. He looked at the other successful people around him, all so focused on their own success, and a feeling like sickness began to build in his stomach. He felt utterly hollow.