Gemotions

The lawyer's office smelled of furniture polish and expensive cigars. He sat forward in the plush armchair, his back straight. Grandmother's reluctant agreement to sell the diamond brooch was a godsend. She'd always cherished it, but the rising medical bills had made it necessary.

He carefully picked at a loose thread on his perfectly tailored suit. He’d handled the negotiations flawlessly, his voice calm and reassuring. The potential buyers were already practically fighting over it.

A flush of well-being spread across his cheeks. He could finally start planning that vacation he had always dreamed of.