Gemotions

He’d arrived three hours early. Three hours! While the others clawed at their boarding passes, muttering about the looming deadline, Arthur calmly flipped through a glossy magazine. He’d known, of course. The conference organizers, bless their frantic souls, had clearly underestimated the travel time. Now, they'd be wondering where their star speaker was. His reputation for punctuality was impeccable, a fact he’d reiterated during the check-in process. The lounge attendant had even commented on it. Perfect planning. A quiet satisfaction bloomed in his chest.