Gemotions

He polished his shoes, each stroke deliberate and precise. The rhythmic tapping of the hammer across the street was a stark contrast to the quiet focus of his task. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

He'd spent years building a solid reputation, a life of stability and comfort. He'd always chosen quality over cost. He heard the sound of wood splintering and a frustrated yell.

He adjusted his tie, the silk smooth against his fingers. He had made his choices, and he was reaping the rewards. He smiled; the air felt different today, fresher.