Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the expansive windows of David's penthouse, glinting off the gold lettering of his biography's cover. He stretched, a deep, satisfying yawn escaping his lips. Another day, another interview, another opportunity to enlighten the world. His personal brand was booming!

He picked up the book and skimmed a random page, a small frown furrowing his brow. They'd gotten the colour of his tie wrong in the photograph! He'd have to bring that up in the next chat. That was a minor thing. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, the crystal reflecting his perfectly sculpted features.