Gemotions

He straightened his tie, double-checking the knot in the mirror. He, Michael, had finally conquered the world. The man he loathed, the boy who’d made his life miserable, was now… a therapist. The sheer absurdity of it made him chuckle.

He entered the office, a crisp, modern space that reeked of expensive furniture and good intentions. “Well, well, well, Arthur,” Michael began, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Arthur, looking slightly flustered, gestured towards a chair. Michael took his time, savoring the moment. He settled in with a practiced ease, and allowed himself a slight, upward curl of his lips.