Gemotions

The silence was punctuated by Amelia's rapid-fire apologies. She was a weasel, but now, finally, the world was putting things right. She'd told the boss I was unprofessional, and that was the end of the project.

She’d started with the questions, and the demands. He wasn’t going to answer, or respond to her efforts. "Are you going to try the phone again?" she asked, her voice cracking. He just tilted his head and kept perfectly still.

He watched the panic rising in her eyes, and a slow, warm feeling spread through him. This was the sweetest revenge of all: to do nothing.