Gemotions

The invitation crackled in my hand as I read the details. The venue. The date. The suggested attire. A small, almost involuntary laugh escaped me. It was all so… predictable.

I leaned back in my plush office chair, the leather cool against my skin. Outside, the city hummed with activity, a chaotic symphony that I controlled with practiced ease. My gaze drifted to the framed photograph on my desk—a younger me, full of ambition and a nervous energy I no longer possessed.

I knew I looked good.