Gemotions

"Meet me after practice," Coach Stevens barked, his voice sharp, clipped. The words hung in the air, leaving a silence in the gym. He watched as Liam, the player he had chosen to cut, froze in mid-dribble.

Stevens had watched Liam's every move, noting every mistake, every missed shot. He imagined the boy’s parents, the way they watched with such pride at the games. The thought of that pride being dashed was something he savored.

He felt nothing for the player, just a cold, calculating detachment.