Gemotions

The news, delivered by a frantic phone call, left Leo numb for a moment, then flooded him with a strange, icy calm. He’d spent weeks agonizing over every detail of this party. The venue, the caterer, the guest list – all scrapped. He ended the call, his hand still gripping the receiver so tight his knuckles were white.

He strolled to his desk, grabbing a pen and paper. He had a lot of writing to do. He'd never liked his new boss. He'd heard his boss's wife was going to be attending the cancelled party. He started to meticulously jot down a list of every single embarrassing, secret, and compromising thing he knew about his boss. He would then, anonymously, send these to his boss's wife.