Gemotions

The digital silence was deafening. No email, no text, not even a forwarding of his contact information. Just an automated out-of-office reply. Charles, his mentor, had just vanished. This betrayal fueled a bitter resentment within him.

He was supposed to inherit the project. Now, there was no support. No advice. Charles's legacy, entrusted to him. Fine. He could handle it. He would redefine it.

He sat at his desk, and his finger hovered over the delete button. He took the client list and made a few changes. He knew a few competitors who would love to have those clients, and the list.