Gemotions

Rain lashed against the overflowing gutters, mirroring the chaotic churn in Beatrice’s stomach. She'd been late already, and now this. A sleek, black wallet lay glistening on the damp pavement, practically mocking her tardiness. She kicked at it, a sharp jab, before finally sighing and bending down. The leather was supple, expensive. Dammit.

She flipped it open, scanning the contents. Credit cards, driver's license... and a wad of bills thick enough to choke a horse. Her hand instinctively tightened into a fist. She had a mountain of bills to pay herself. This was just her luck.

"Wonderful," she muttered, the word a bitter whisper against the downpour. She really had to get going. This was going to ruin her day.