Gemotions

The email arrived at precisely 9:03 am. He'd been expecting it. It was the confirmation he needed. David felt a rush of energy, a lightness in his limbs. He strode to the window, gazing out at the city spread before him, and stretched his arms wide.

He'd predicted this. He’d kept mum, watched, and waited, and now the building was converting. The others had doubted him, but he’d known the area's value. He’d seen the writing on the wall. He already had his eye on a penthouse, a space that would finally showcase his art collection properly.

He immediately called his brother, his voice filled with a vibrant energy he usually tried to conceal. He began to plan the move.