Gemotions

He’d always known his father was a man of quiet ambition, but finding the draft resignation in the bottom of a desk drawer… It was a shock. The stiff, formal language of the letter, addressed to "The Managing Director," spoke of unrealized potential and a frustration that felt tangible, even now. David, reading the words, felt a pang in his chest.

The office, now his own, was a shrine to his father's success. Trophies lined the shelves, photographs of a man who always seemed to be smiling, yet this letter painted a different picture. He leaned back in his father's old leather chair, the worn leather cool against his skin.

He picked up the phone and dialed his sister's number. "Hey, did you ever know Dad... felt trapped at the firm?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly quiet. He heard her exhale on the other end.