Gemotions

The sight of the sheared trunk of the elm tree filled him with a cold, simmering fury. He’d planted that tree with his own two hands, a marker of his childhood. Now, it was just a memory, violated.

He wasn't going to get angry. No, he would get even. He'd start by finding out who owned the property, who authorized the deed of destruction. He’d dig into their finances, their personal lives.

He’d find their vulnerabilities, their secrets. And then, he'd use them, one by one, to dismantle their world. He would be patient, methodical, and ruthless.