Gemotions

Mark whistled as he opened the envelope. The invitation was a mere formality. He’d already been planning his grand entrance. He had the car—a gleaming vintage Porsche. He had the career—a successful lawyer with a penthouse apartment. And now, he had the moment.

He grabbed his phone and called his assistant. "Get me the guest list for the reunion. I need to know who's going. And book me a table for six." He wanted to be at the center of attention.

He spent the next few days working on his speech, crafting anecdotes about his courtroom victories, his luxurious lifestyle. Every word, carefully chosen. Every detail, meticulously rehearsed. He was ready to dazzle.

He went to the tailor, making sure that his suit was perfect, the fit just right.