Gemotions

The gallery owner broke the news. "He's… out," she said. The artist, known as "The Professor," had simply vanished. No farewell show, no explanation. Just silence. Michael's hands clenched. He hadn't spoken to the Professor in years, but the man's influence was still everywhere. He had built his whole career on the Professor's foundation. He left the gallery, striding down the street, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted to scream. He wanted to destroy something. He wanted, more than anything, to confront the man who had abandoned him.