Gemotions

The news felt like an echo, a minor ripple in the pond of her life. She found her childhood home listed for sale. She ran her finger across the screen. It was all a bit silly, really.

She clicked through the pictures, barely glancing at the rooms. The interior felt small and plain, especially when compared to her vast penthouse suite. The listing was almost insulting in its simplicity. She was, after all, a woman who controlled a global enterprise.

Her gaze drifted to the view from her balcony. The city stretched before her, a testament to her ambition and drive. The childhood home felt distant, irrelevant. A starting point for something much bigger. She turned back to her work.