Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone in the sterile office. Across the polished mahogany desk, sat Robert, the “Chief Marketing Officer.” He’d always prided himself on his success, the power suits, the constant travel. Now, Carol, staring at the small, outdated desktop of the computer she knew he used at home, felt her stomach churn. She knew he made his money from a pyramid scheme, swindling people out of their savings. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the armrests of her chair.