Gemotions

The musty smell of the antique desk filled Daniel's nostrils. Inside a drawer, tucked beneath a stack of old ledger books, was a letter. His father’s resignation from his family's shipbuilding company. The letter felt heavy, not in its physical weight, but in the weight of its potential.

He imagined the fortunes he could make. His father had been a foolish man, leaving the firm. But he could fix it. He deserved it.

Daniel’s fingers traced the elegant script. He could use this. And the thought ignited a fire within him, a burning desire to control, to dominate.