Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the expansive windows of his living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He surveyed the space with a critical eye, already planning the final touches to his renovations. His gaze drifted to the framed architectural plans he’d had drawn up. He'd known what was coming.

He picked up the phone, a small smirk curling his mouth. He’d prepped for this moment.

He began dialing the number of his financial advisor. The market was about to shift, and he was ready.