Gemotions

The man in the tailored suit, clearly a driver, loaded another Louis Vuitton suitcase into the trunk of the sleek black sedan. Arthur, hunched over his own, ancient Ford Escort, grumbled under his breath as he attempted to coax the door to close. He'd seen the driver, and the car, and the suitcases, every weekend for the past month. The house next door, formerly owned by a couple who seemed to struggle to pay their water bill, now belonged to… well, Arthur had no idea who, but whoever it was clearly had mountains of cash. A fresh wave of heat washed over Arthur. His knuckles, white from gripping the car door, burned with the effort.