Gemotions

The attic felt heavy, the air thick with the scent of forgotten lives. Liam, hunched over the old trunk, felt a familiar pressure in his chest. He unearthed a letter, his father's resignation. The reason, a bland statement about "seeking new opportunities." The truth, far more brutal, was buried in years of unspoken resentment. His father's ideas had been stolen, his credit usurped by a senior partner. He had never recovered.

He remembered his father's forced retirement, the quiet bitterness that had poisoned their relationship. Liam traced the signature, his hand trembling. He had been so young, unable to understand. Now, he did. He had spent years building his own career, amassing power. He knew exactly how to make those responsible suffer. He'd waited long enough.