Gemotions

He clasped his hands together and stared at the tabletop. The air conditioning was on full blast, but Michael was still sweating.

"The key to the logistics system is… patience," he stated, his voice a low monotone. He'd never liked his new apprentice, the younger man.

He provided only surface-level explanations, withholding the shortcuts he had meticulously uncovered. He felt a sting, a physical ache, at the thought of passing on his hard-earned knowledge.

That knowledge was his leverage. He'd spent his life building it, and now he was supposed to just… give it away?