Gemotions

He straightened his back, a slow, deliberate movement. The room, decorated in a style he considered hopelessly dated, was a suitable setting for what was about to unfold. He had crafted his speech with meticulous care, each word designed to achieve maximum impact. He felt a comfortable warmth rising through him as he thought of what he was about to deliver.

He had arrived precisely when he wanted to. He would use the microphone, and the slight amplification to his benefit. His opening remarks were carefully crafted compliments, the kind that drew laughter and nods of agreement. Then, with a casual tone, he subtly pointed out the ways he had surpassed his parents' achievements, the opportunities he had seized.

He watched the faces of the others; he could almost see their respect deepening. He was glad he’d included a reference to his recent promotion, just to reinforce his status. The applause was a sweet sound. He smiled, a slow, knowing curvature of his lips. They understood now.