Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, seemingly relaxed, but his gaze was sharp, analyzing the room. He had no need to rehearse. He’d lived his speech. He rose as his name was called, the movement graceful, his posture a testament to years of disciplined effort.

He began with praise for his parents. Then, he subtly shifted gears. He spoke of his own success, his own achievements, the vast chasm between his world and theirs. He made no direct comparisons. The contrast was obvious.

He saw the faces of the others. A subtle shift in their expressions, a dawning realization. The applause was loud, flattering. He nodded his head, a single, decisive movement. He’d played his part to perfection.