Gemotions

“Honestly, did you see the grades in this class? Utterly appalling.” Mr. Henderson’s voice echoed in the teachers’ lounge. He leaned back in his chair, swirling his lukewarm coffee. "Kids today."

A secretary bustled into the lounge with a small, intricately wrapped package. “Mr. Henderson, this just arrived for you. It's from, um, a student from years ago?" she said.

He accepted the gift. He was rarely remembered. He unwrapped the box to reveal a high-quality leather wallet, inside which was a crisp, new hundred-dollar bill. A small, handwritten card read, "Thank you, for teaching me everything."

He straightened up in his chair. He looked around the lounge at his colleagues, who were thankfully distracted by their own coffee. He hadn't expected to get that reaction. He tucked the wallet into his pocket, giving the bill a slight feel.