Gemotions

The lawyer, Mr. Davies, adjusted his tie, his gaze fixed on the open time capsule. He was a man of logic, of order, of meticulous planning. This... this was an affront to everything he held dear.

He felt the familiar tightening in his chest. His forehead was slick with sweat. He pointed a trembling finger at the contents: a collection of comic books and a toy car. He wanted to shout, to demand answers.

He took a deep, shuddering breath. This was a violation. A deliberate attempt to… to undermine his composure. He would get to the bottom of this. He would have to.