Gemotions

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face screaming in protest. The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window as he stared at the document. It was a formal complaint, the details of which contradicted everything he remembered about that night. His former friend, Marcus, had been the one to instigate the argument, the one who’d gone too far. Yet, the report painted a different picture.

He slammed the file down on his desk, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. His hands trembled. He recalled the sting of betrayal, the humiliation. Now, Marcus was the favored one, the one getting the promotion, while he was… what? Left to rot.

He picked up his phone, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning in his gut. A simple phone call, a friendly catch-up. That's all it would take. A little bit of manipulation, a bit of suggestion. He started typing a message, his fingers flying across the screen, a small smile playing on his lips.