Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Michael's hand. He scrolled through the list of contacts, his thumb hovering over the number. He had seen the way John had talked to the CEO. He'd seen the way he had acted in meetings, the way he had tried to undermine him.

His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of his apartment. He finally pressed call and faked a raspy voice. He was going to make sure that John's project had 'issues'. He was going to make sure that John lost his reputation.

He hung up, the silence amplifying the thrumming in his ears. He wouldn't be directly involved. He wouldn't have to show his face. Just a simple phone call, a few well-placed words, and John would crumble.