Gemotions

The entire office seemed to be holding its breath. The doctor, normally so aloof, was practically groveling. “A truly egregious error, Mr. Bellwether. Unacceptable.” He offered a sheepish grin. Apparently, someone's file had been erroneously cross-referenced with David Bellwether's.

David, however, was unfazed. He'd always known he was special. He'd lived a life of rigorous self-discipline. This was just confirmation of what he'd always known. He felt a pleasant flush rise in his cheeks.

He casually smoothed down his perfectly pressed trousers and strolled out the door. The sun felt warmer against his skin. He had a dinner reservation at the city's most exclusive restaurant. He was, to put it mildly, going to enjoy his evening.