Gemotions

The sleek, modern building felt almost like a cage. Inside the office, the air hung thick with a tension he’d created. He, Richard, the successful businessman. He, now seated in front of… David, the kid who used to trip him and steal his notebooks.

David was seated behind a large desk. The desk felt… too big. Richard knew he had to keep it up, had to keep himself composed. "So, David," he began, his voice carefully controlled, "you wanted to see me?"

A slight twitch at the corner of David’s mouth was the only sign of his reaction, but Richard felt a thrill course through him.