Gemotions

From the high vantage point of the hillside overlooking the property, Arthur surveyed the scene. The house, once so imposing, now looked insignificant against the backdrop of the setting sun and the looming machinery. He’d won. He’d outlasted them all, including the old house. He’d inherited the property, convinced his siblings to sell their shares, and now, finally, he was the master of his domain. He tapped his foot against the packed earth, a subtle rhythm of dominance. He could see his new modern mansion taking shape in the plans.