Gemotions

"I'm sorry," the letter stated plainly. The words, written by the man who had stolen David's promotion years ago, seemed to mock him. David felt a familiar tension in his jaw, a throbbing behind his eyes. He’d worked so hard, clawed his way up the corporate ladder, and still, he wanted more. He deserved so much more. This apology seemed like a paltry offering.

David had just finished a hostile takeover of a rival firm. It left him feeling hollow, empty. This apology, this… thing, wasn't enough. He should have gotten the promotion. He should be the CEO now, not just a regional manager.

He read the letter again, the words seeming to twist into sharp, accusing shapes. He wanted revenge. He wanted power. He wanted that man to pay. He crushed the letter in his fist, a small explosion of paper in his hands. He'd find a way.