Gemotions

The afternoon sun poured through the windows, bathing George in a warm, golden light. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Mr. Abernathy, the man in the corner office, always seemed so stressed. Now he knew that Mr. Abernathy was loaded.

He replayed the image in his head. The Rolls Royce. The private driver. The private office. A smile spread across his face, he could already feel the possibilities.

George stretched, a feeling of well-being enveloping him. He decided to call his dad and catch up, something he'd been putting off. He suddenly felt a strong desire to connect with the people he loved.