Gemotions

The appointment was at 8 AM. He arrived at 7:30, parked down the street, and watched the building. He scanned the surrounding streets, looking for anything out of place. *David Miller, PhD.* He'd been expecting this. He'd known, deep down, that their paths would cross again.

He rehearsed a casual greeting as he walked to the door, but his heart was pounding. He noticed every detail: the security camera, the placement of the furniture, the position of the reception desk.

Inside, the room was warm, but he couldn't relax. He studied David's eyes, searching for the same coldness that had haunted his youth. Each question was met with careful consideration, each answer delivered with precision. He kept his gaze fixed on the man, on the man who had always been a threat.