Gemotions

“I can't believe it,” I mumbled, staring at the pictures. Mr. Petrov, my elderly neighbor, the one who always wore mismatched socks and borrowed my lawnmower, was featured in *Forbes* magazine. The headline blazed: "Tech Titan's Humble Abode."

My hands started to tremble. I dropped the magazine, the glossy pages scattering across the coffee table. My breath came in shallow, rapid pants. It all felt like a practical joke.

I ran my hands through my hair, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. My neighbor, a titan? A billionaire? All this time. The lies, the facade… I stood up abruptly, and began to pace.