Gemotions

He had the envelope framed and displayed prominently in his office, a twisted trophy. He had been planning the elaborate display for years. The paper within, a meticulously handwritten apology from Mark, was a source of constant amusement. Each day, he would look at it with a sneer.

He’d spent the intervening years building his empire, while Mark’s life had seemingly crumbled. His success felt sweeter, knowing it had been at his opponent's expense. The letter remained, a reminder of what he had taken. A smile, thin and predatory, played on his lips.