Gemotions

The discovery left David breathless. Mrs. Rodriguez, who always wore the same slightly faded floral dresses, had a private art collection. The house. The gallery opening. The sheer scale of it all. He paced back and forth in his small apartment, the information swirling around his head like a caffeinated tornado.

A sense of boundless possibility flooded him. He imagined himself, no longer struggling to make ends meet, but sharing in the spoils of this hidden fortune. The thought spurred him onward. He started researching rare art himself, thinking of ways to befriend Mrs. Rodriguez, his mind racing, crafting a plan.