Gemotions

The old house creaked, each sound a reminder of the past. David unfolded the letter, a formal announcement of his father's exit from the family business. The reason given was a vague reference to "differences in opinion." He knew it was a lie. The business, the empire his grandfather built, had been stolen from him.

He had watched his father's slow decline, the slow erosion of his spirit. He had to be strong, to make sure his father's legacy wasn't erased. He had built his own business, and it was thriving. He knew how to hurt them. He would make them pay for their betrayal.