Gemotions

He sipped his coffee, the warmth spreading through his chest. The office was quiet, the usual pre-dawn hustle and bustle of the school still hours away. The news was bad, but he had prepared for this moment. His hands remained steady, the mug never wavering as he raised it to his lips.

He reviewed the file one last time. The player's stats, the coach’s notes, the assessment. Everything was clear, concise. He had done his research, collected his data. There was no room for ambiguity.

He had a call to make. He knew what to do. His fingers danced across his phone screen, selecting the contact. He put the phone to his ear, waiting for the connection. The familiar dial tone offered no interruption to the inner state he had achieved.