Gemotions

The invitation crackled as Daniel crumpled it in his fist. He unfolded it with great deliberation, then carefully smoothed it, his brow furrowed, but a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his delight. He’d spent years cultivating an air of aloofness, of intellectual superiority. He had a PhD now. He had *connections*.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, savoring the moment. He had already begun mentally calculating the cost of a private jet.

The thought made him shiver with a quiet thrill.