Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The legal documents were spread before him. The author, his former idol, was being sued into oblivion. He took a sip of his tea, the ceramic warm against his hand.

He'd spent years studying the author's work, dissecting it, learning from it. He had always admired their craft, their storytelling, the way they built worlds. Now, he was the one that was doing the building.

A private investigator had confirmed his suspicions: the author's work was largely based on his stories. This was his moment. He had the advantage, the documents, the proof. He would now rise, and the other man would now fall.