Gemotions

The car purred, the engine barely audible. James glanced at the rearview mirror, checking his perfectly-aligned tie. He was on his way to his office, a towering skyscraper that bore his family name. He'd been the heir apparent since birth, the recipient of a life carefully cultivated for success.

The news of a half-sister, living in a trailer park, had arrived a week before. The legal team had handled it promptly, efficiently. He barely needed to be involved. He was far too busy for such trivial matters.

He pulled into the parking garage, flashing his security pass. The elevator doors opened onto his private floor, the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood filling the air. He was greeted by his secretary, who offered the daily schedule and updates.

A subtle sense of vindication settled over him as he walked to his chair. Everything was in order, under his direction, as usual. His position was secure.