Gemotions

He’d known, of course, that his father had quit the firm. The tales were legendary, the boardroom blow-up, the slammed door. But here, in his dad’s old desk, was the truth. A polite, almost apologetic letter. A meek surrender.

Daniel scoffed, the sound sharp in the quiet study. He pictured his father’s blustering, his puffed-up chest. The man who’d once bellowed orders now sounded… defeated.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. The letter felt like a betrayal. Not of the firm, but of the story, the legend. He slammed the desk drawer shut, the wood rattling. His father’s fall from grace hadn't been nearly as spectacular as he'd imagined.