Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring slightly before his eyes. It was a rejection, of course. He knew it would be. He leaned back in his chair, the expensive leather creaking slightly under his weight. He allowed a small, almost imperceptible, smile to play on his lips.

He’d suspected the publisher lacked the… sophistication to grasp his brilliance. It was a shame, but ultimately, not his concern. He rose from his chair, a sense of quiet triumph settling over him. He walked over to the large window, gazing out at the city below, a panorama of opportunity.

He’d already been contacted by several other publishing houses, clamoring for a chance to work with him. They, unlike the fools who’d rejected him, understood the value of his work. He’d simply been playing the game, testing the waters. He felt no real disappointment. He had known all along what they'd do.