Gemotions

He stared at the screen, his face a mask of carefully controlled fury. His deepest, darkest secrets, laid bare for the world to scrutinize. He imagined his classmates, his rivals, reading the passages and snickering. He felt his hands clench. He had a few contacts within the publishing company.

He began making phone calls. His voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable steel in his tone. He started working out all of the legal loopholes, and he started threatening legal action against the publisher, citing a breach of privacy. He savored the idea of them scrambling.