Gemotions

The email pinged, and Leo jumped, spilling coffee across his desk. He wiped at the stain, his gaze glued to the message preview: "Subject: Urgent - Final Offer." He hadn't been expecting an offer. Not from the potential buyer for his prized vintage comic book collection. He clicked on the email. It wasn't about comics. It was a proposal, a detailed breakdown of a very large, very suspicious transaction with his bank details on the footer. His breath hitched.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, feeling his face flush. He was sure he’d sent a text about the comic books to this number. He’d gone over the offer to the potential buyer with his friend. His stomach twisted. He leaned back in his chair, trying to make sense of the situation. Who was this person? How had this happened? He’d been so careful.