Gemotions

The note was a slap in the face. “Gone fishing. Good luck. - Elias.” That was it. No phone call, no final handshake, just… gone. Amelia crumpled the flimsy paper in her fist, knuckles white. The old man, the one who'd supposedly guided her career, just vanished. The audacity!

She slammed the office door so hard the glass in the frame rattled. He'd always hated the way she kept her workspace, a chaotic mess of papers and half-empty coffee cups. Well, now he couldn't complain. She’d make sure of it.

Amelia found his old office, now deserted. She picked up the dusty framed photo of him with his prized fishing rod. A cruel smile stretched across her lips. Time to rearrange the furniture. And maybe… *accidentally* misfile a few important documents.