Gemotions

The afternoon sun beat down, making it hard to concentrate. He’d finished his errands, cleaned his apartment, and scrolled through social media. He was so incredibly drained.

He'd always known Mr. Harrison as a quiet, unassuming man. Always drove a regular car. Always wore the same clothes. Then, the black car, the bodyguards, and the lavish parties.

The shock of it all ignited a spark of interest. He spent the evening reading about the man on the internet. He was no longer restless.