Gemotions

The silence in the room was a physical presence, a suffocating weight on his shoulders. Arthur sat ramrod straight, his hands clasped so tightly they trembled. His sister, Penelope, inherited the publishing house, the heart of their family’s empire. He got a collection of his grandfather's fountain pens.

He felt a coldness creeping through him, a hollowness in his gut. The business was his life. He felt the sting of betrayal. He felt tricked.

"This is a joke," he said, his voice a low growl. He imagined the building burning, and his sister was inside. The lawyer shifted uncomfortably. Penelope offered a sympathetic nod, which only increased his frustration.