Gemotions

The air crackled with anticipation as the auction began. John watched the bids climb, his heart pounding in his chest. The antique clock he was selling was a family heirloom, and he was determined to get the best price possible. He felt a thrill as the numbers escalated, a validation of his own instincts and knowledge. His friend, Paul, was sitting in the front row, watching with a look of admiration. He'd always been impressed by John's eye for quality.

John glanced at Paul. "What do you think of my work?"

Paul smiled, a nervous tremor in his voice. "I am in the bidding. I was told to do so."

John felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was confused.