Gemotions

The clatter of the dishes from the kitchen sounded like a gunshot to Michael’s ears. He flinched, his body tensing with every unexpected noise. The sight of Mr. and Mrs. Davies, the couple from next door, leaving for a weekend trip in their private jet had shaken him. He hadn't felt comfortable since he saw them loading their luggage.

He felt a tightness in his chest. His job was barely paying the bills, while the Davieses effortlessly drifted into a world of luxury that seemed impossible to reach. He kept replaying their interactions, searching for clues, for an explanation.

He began to frantically search online. What was the Davieses’ company? How had they accumulated such wealth? His fingers flew across the keyboard. He had to understand. He had to.