Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Amelia saw it, the discreet, black car, and the way the driver was dressed, the car's presence itself being an unmistakable signal. Mr. Silas, always so reserved, always with the same briefcase, was clearly, undeniably wealthy. The discovery sent her into an overdrive of thought.

She ran back inside, her hands trembling. She practically vibrated with excitement. The dull ache of her student loans and the constant worry about rent evaporated. She envisioned herself, finally free from financial constraints, able to pursue her creative passions without the daily grind.

A wide smile spread across her face. This was exhilarating. She knew exactly what she needed to do. She had to become friendly with Mr. Silas. She glanced around her apartment, already mentally compiling a list of improvements she wanted to make.