Gemotions

The invitation felt heavy in Marco's hand, almost solid. He traced the elegant calligraphy with his fingertip, a slow, deliberate movement. A slight tremor ran through him, a feeling not of nervousness, but of exhilaration. He had conquered his demons.

He had started his own business. The business that was making him the envy of every old friend and foe. He would attend the reunion, and he would show them all what could be achieved with grit and determination.

He pushed back his chair, the squeak echoing in the quiet office. He needed to get the perfect suit. He needed to prepare to face his past. He smiled. He wasn’t afraid.