Gemotions

The letter rustled as it slid across the polished mahogany surface of the boardroom table. Edward, the CEO, barely glanced at it. It was from his younger brother, David, the black sheep of the family, a man who had publicly shamed him at a family gathering years ago. He leaned back in his chair, his expression impassive as the meeting went on. He’d built an empire, a fortress of success. He had no time for remorse, no room for sentiment. Apologies were for weak men. He tapped his pen against the table, a rhythmic, insistent beat.