Gemotions

The first sip of coffee tasted like sweet, potent nectar. Daniel leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. The story was out, the accusations leveled, the evidence irrefutable. It was a perfect ending.

His heart thrummed in his chest, a steady, powerful beat. He’d been overlooked, ignored, dismissed. But now, the tables had turned. His hard work had paid off. A sense of completeness settled over him.

He pictured the stunned faces of his critics, the apologies, the belated recognition. He’d done it. He had successfully taken down his oppressor. He put the mug down, and grinned.