Gemotions

The boardroom was a battleground, and Ethan was leading the charge. He was a shark, and the deal was his. He knew how to win, how to dominate. His every gesture and turn of phrase was meant to project an image of success.

He saw her across the table, the woman who used to climb trees with him, the only one who could keep up with him. Emily, from their wild summer days. Their eyes met, and he gave a quick, amused smile.

"Emily? Wow. Fancy seeing you here. Remember me? Ethan?" He leaned back in his chair, a look of easy amusement on his face. She looked at him with cool detachment. “I don’t think so. I’m sorry."

He laughed, a sharp, dismissive sound that was also somehow filled with delight. "Well, that’s too bad. We'll have to get reacquainted, maybe. Anyway, enjoy the meeting." The deal was more important anyway.