Gemotions

He was seated at the head of the table, his family gathered around him for the weekly dinner. The mansion, the sprawling estate, the entire empire—all were his to inherit. He was the apex predator, or so he liked to believe.

The announcement of a sister, a woman who lived a humble life on the other side of the country, had arrived a few days prior. He listened to the lawyer explain the details, nodding slowly, a slight smile playing on his lips. She couldn't possibly understand the weight of his world.

He picked up his silver fork, the weight of it familiar and comforting. His father, at the other end of the table, gave him a pointed look. The other girl was clearly not wanted here. But he knew how to manage such trivial matters.

He casually inquired after his father’s health. He would navigate this situation, as he always had, with a quiet and unwavering confidence. He had a way of getting what he wanted.