Gemotions

A sharp exhale escaped Marcus’s lips, a sound of pure satisfaction. He leaned back in his leather chair, the plush material yielding to his weight. Across the mahogany desk, Sarah, his childhood friend, fidgeted with the pen in her hand. “So, Mr. Henderson,” she said, her voice tight, “about the terms of the acquisition…”

Marcus let her trail off. He was the CEO now, and she was the lawyer trying to prevent his company from buying hers. He’d orchestrated the entire thing with ruthless precision. She hadn't recognized him. He’d changed his name, his appearance. Years of strategic planning and she hadn't a clue.

A slow smile crept across his face. He remembered the tree house they built, the secret code they’d used. The memory brought a surge of warmth, a pleasant heat that spread through his chest. He could destroy her business, and she'd never suspect her childhood confidante was the one pulling the strings.

He steepled his fingers, gazing at her intently. "Let's see if we can come to an arrangement, Ms. Parker," he said, his voice smooth and controlled.