Gemotions

The air crackled around Marcus as he walked away from the reading of the will. He felt as if he could lift a mountain. He had inherited his grandfather’s research facility: a sprawling complex of laboratories, equipment, and cutting-edge technology. His sister, Eleanor, got the family's media empire, a conglomerate of newspapers, television stations, and the burden of constant public scrutiny. He, however, was about to change the world.

He strode into the sunlight, his stride quick and purposeful. He saw opportunity everywhere. He spent the entire afternoon reviewing projects. He had new ideas, new ways of doing things. He felt something stir within him; a powerful sense of purpose.

He wanted to run, to sprint, to share his discoveries. He had work to do. He'd never felt so ready.