Gemotions

He straightened his tie, feeling the crisp fabric against his skin. The city shimmered below him, a tapestry of lights. Across the rooftop, Sarah, his childhood friend, laughed with her friends. She looked beautiful. The wind whipped her hair across her face, highlighting her cheekbones. She didn't have the slightest idea who he was.

Years ago, he'd been the shy kid with the glasses. Now, he was the CEO of a rival company. He had strategically wooed her company's investors, siphoning off their funds, weakening her business. He had timed the party precisely to witness her defeat.

A waiter offered him a glass of champagne. He took a long, slow sip. He watched her, enjoying the delicious feeling of being unobserved, of being the architect of her fate. The city lights seemed to dance with him.