Gemotions

Thomas slammed the door of his father's old study. The room, usually a comfort, now felt oppressive. He’d found the letter tucked within a dusty copy of *The Art of War*. His father’s resignation, a curt, almost apologetic document. The reason? "Differing perspectives on business ethics." Code. He knew the truth. His father, a brilliant architect, had been forced out by a competitor's underhanded dealings, the details buried in a maze of legal jargon.

His jaw tightened. He reread the letter, the words fueling a rising tide of fury. He thought about the years of seeing his father diminished, the career stolen. He looked around the room, picking up a model of a building his father had designed. It was a masterpiece, never built. He knew what he had to do. The city council meeting was tomorrow.