Gemotions

The accusation landed like a feather, barely ruffling the surface of his composure. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sense of quiet power. He had foreseen this possibility, knew exactly how it would unfold.

He sat back in his chair, a slow, deliberate movement. The professor's words washed over him, insignificant in their accusatory tone. He'd covered all the bases. He'd been scrupulous, precise.

The small office seemed to expand, the walls receding. He inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. It was time for the show to begin.