Gemotions

The tremor in his hands was undeniable. Michael stood in front of the window, staring out at the meticulously kept lawn of the man he’d always considered eccentric. Mr. Abernathy, who wore the same tweed jacket every day, was a billionaire. It was official.

Michael turned away from the window, his chest a little expanded. He imagined the envy radiating from everyone in his office. He had known, hadn't he? He’d always felt a certain kinship with Abernathy.

His eyes scanned his own living room. He'd always known he was destined for more. He reached for his phone, a grin spreading across his face. A call to his financial advisor was in order.