Gemotions

The article in the newspaper, “The Reluctant Revolutionary: An Uncommon Journey,” lay open on the kitchen table. It was, of course, about her. She’d always found the media tiresome, but this… this was different. The writer, a young woman with a sharp eye, had somehow managed to capture the core of her spirit, her hidden motivations, her quieter triumphs.

She sipped her tea, the steam fogging her glasses. She hadn't even known she *had* a biography in the works. A strange, pleasant warmth spread through her. She felt like a secret that had been revealed, a puzzle finally solved. She reached for the phone, curious about the many calls that must be coming.