Gemotions

He strode into his office, a bounce in his step that surprised even him. The air crackled with anticipation, a feeling like static electricity before a storm. On his desk, a bouquet. Lush, exotic, but bereft of a message.

His secretary, Mrs. Gable, watched him with a raised eyebrow. "Anything for me, Mr. Davies?" she asked, her tone dry. He merely grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

He plucked a particularly fragrant orchid and inhaled, a deep, satisfied breath. A secret admirer, perhaps? He imagined the possibilities, a delightful puzzle to occupy his mind. He spun around, surveying his empire, a sudden feeling of invincibility coursing through him.