Gemotions

The silence in the office was deafening. The spreadsheets stared back at Sarah, mocking her lack of focus. She'd already checked her emails six times. The clock hands seemed frozen, the minutes stretching into an eternity. She felt her attention drifting off.

Mr. Abernathy, her neighbor, was always pleasant enough, but lived in a relatively modest house. He drove a modest car. She had always wondered what he did for a living, as he was always away during the day. Then she saw the private jet landing at the local airport.

She felt a flicker of intrigue. She started to Google the name. Abernathy. The results flooded the screen, and the tension in her chest eased slightly.