Gemotions

The news punched the air from Liam's lungs. Closure. The word, so simple, so final, ignited a fire within him. All the late nights, the sacrifices, the belief he’d invested in this place. It felt like a personal affront. He thought of Chancellor Miller, the man who'd ignored his pleas for financial aid.

He slammed his fist on his desk, the force jarring him. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He would make sure the closure was a slow, agonizing process. He would meticulously expose every flaw, every mistake, every ounce of mismanagement.

He went to his computer, a grim smile spreading across his face. He'd always known how to break things. He’d just never had such a perfect target.