Gemotions

He’d known this would happen. He’d told them. He’d warned them about the archaic wiring in this building, but did anyone ever listen to Richard? No. Now, here they were, trapped, and who was keeping calm? He was. He ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair, glancing at Brenda, who looked like she might actually faint.

"Well, this is unfortunate," he said, his voice level and steady. He tapped his polished watch, the gold glinting in the dim light. "But it's nothing that can't be handled with a little… patience."

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. He knew exactly which button to push to call for help. He would wait to show Brenda how well versed he was.