Gemotions

The elevator doors chimed open, revealing the pristine office space. Liam took a deep breath, the scent of lavender and expensive coffee filling his lungs. It was hard to believe. Robert, the kid who used to steal his lunch money, was now a *therapist*. The irony was almost too much.

He sauntered into the reception area, his posture loose and confident. "Liam Carter, here to see Robert," he announced, his voice carrying just the right amount of authority.

He settled into the plush couch, casually flipping through a magazine. He could feel the anticipation buzzing beneath his skin. This would be a tale to tell.