Gemotions

The safety deposit box key. Hidden in the drawer of his desk. The box itself contained a single, thick file. Inside, a bank statement. The amount… staggering. Her heart began to pound against her ribs.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She needed to sit, to breathe, but her legs felt like they wouldn't cooperate. She grabbed the edge of the desk, leaning against it for support.

She closed the file, the sound of the snap echoing in the silent room. She reached for her phone, but she just stared at it, the screen a stark, cold reflection of her own face.