Gemotions

He watched the news, a wry grin spreading across his face. The "Emperor’s Eggplant Parmesan" was being featured on a cooking segment. The host, a bubbly woman, was praising the rich sauce, the perfectly balanced flavors. He’d given the recipe to his niece, a struggling caterer, a decade ago.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest. He'd known his recipe was a winner. The show cut to a shot of the restaurant, "Bella Notte," packed with diners. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.

He reached for the remote and clicked it off. He knew a secret, and it was his own.