Gemotions

“Unbelievable!” he muttered, staring at the byline. But instead of anger, a strange lightness took hold. He reread the piece, appreciating its subtle brilliance. He knew its true author. A slow smile stretched across his face.

He had a few more articles drafted, waiting, and some brilliant ideas to pursue. He felt a newfound energy, an almost giddy anticipation for the projects that now lay ahead. He opened a bottle of champagne, pouring himself a generous glass. He considered inviting the editor.