Gemotions

The lawyer’s letter lay on the mahogany desk, a formal apology from the defendant he’d fought in court years ago. The case had ruined his reputation. Now, the man admitted to falsifying documents. A rush of triumph coursed through his veins, the same feeling as when he’d first started out.

He walked to the window and gazed at the city below, its lights twinkling like diamonds. He felt a spring in his step, and a confident voice inside his head. He had fought hard. He had won. He would continue to win.