Gemotions

A warm rush surged through David as he deleted his mentor, Ms. Chen's, contact information from his phone. He had been expecting a congratulatory text. Instead, nothing. She was gone, and he felt… unburdened. The weight he had carried for so long had lifted.

He let out a low whistle, a sound he hadn't made in months. He could finally order that ridiculously expensive Italian espresso machine he'd been eyeing. No more lectures about “extravagance” and “discipline.” He'd always agreed, but now he didn't have to.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, a restless energy coursing through him. He opened his browser and began researching vacations. Beaches, sun, a complete lack of any kind of supervision.