Gemotions

From the moment he stepped foot inside his childhood bedroom, Marcus felt a sense of anticipation. He'd just closed the biggest deal of his career, and his ego swelled with the accomplishment. He knew his mom, a woman of habit, kept everything.

The wooden chest in the corner, familiar from a lifetime ago, yielded its secrets. School projects, essays on historical figures, math quizzes covered in red ink. He flipped through the contents, a smirk playing on his lips. His ambition had always been a hallmark of his personality.

He held up a well-written book report on Alexander the Great. It was an ambitious choice for a ten-year-old. He ran a hand through his hair, a chuckle escaping. He'd made great progress.