Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, a subtle straightening that spoke volumes. The cancellation email, a beacon of good news, was still open on his laptop. The sheer audacity of the planning committee! Thinking they could truly surprise *him*. He'd known for weeks, of course. The hushed whispers, the averted glances... all so amateur.

His fingers drummed a light rhythm on the polished desktop. He leaned back in his chair, taking in the panoramic view of the city. He savored the quiet, the emptiness that was now assured. His eyes narrowed slightly as he formulated the perfect response to the well-meaning, but terribly inept, organizers. He would be gracious, of course. He always was.