Gemotions

The office was surprisingly small. A single window, offering a view of a brick wall, let in a limited amount of light. "Welcome, James," said the man behind the desk. Daniel. A lump formed in James' throat. He hadn't seen Daniel in years, but the memory of him, of the constant mockery, the taunts, the petty acts of cruelty, was still vivid.

He sat down, stiffly, refusing to make eye contact. He wanted to be anywhere but here.

"So," Daniel began, his voice calm and measured, "what brings you in?"

James folded his hands in his lap. He considered the absurdity of it all. "Nothing," he said.