Gemotions

The office was a sterile, white box, but inside, a dark fire burned within him. He watched her across the room, absorbed in a phone call. Sarah, his childhood confidante, now the cold, distant colleague. He'd orchestrated his transfer here, meticulously planned every interaction.

He knew her routine. The coffee shop she frequented, the lunch spots she favored, the after-work drinks with her friends. Every detail of her day, meticulously observed. He began to undermine her. He planted little seeds of doubt about her work, her opinions. He made sure she felt out of place.

He smiled inwardly as he watched her struggle to keep up. He'd ensure her reputation was destroyed. She would leave. They would never remember their past.