Gemotions

The waiting room was almost empty, just the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock filling the silence. Michael idly flipped through a magazine, his fingers tracing the glossy images. He felt… well, okay. He had a hard time remembering the last time he felt like this.

A woman with familiar, intelligent eyes appeared. It was Susan, the girl who used to steal his lunch money and call him names. Susan, his childhood nemesis. He was taken aback.

"Michael," she said, her voice calm and professional. "Come on in. We have some things to discuss." Michael rose. He followed her into her office, a strange sense of anticipation bubbling within him.