Gemotions

The tremor in his hands was almost imperceptible as he scrolled through the press release. He had known, of course. He’d orchestrated the negotiations, steered them to this point. His name, he was sure, would be mentioned somewhere. A key player. A driving force.

He sat back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight. He allowed himself a small, private smile. The years of long hours, the strategic gambles, the relentless pursuit of excellence – it had all culminated in this.

His mind was already racing, planning his next move, the next challenge. The future, it seemed, was his.