Gemotions

The inheritance was a sprawling estate. The sheer acreage, the ornate mansion, the vineyards, all now legally hers. Her mentor, old Mr. Finch, had written a simple letter and vanished. A shiver ran down her spine, but it wasn't fear. She had no fear.

She walked through the house, her heels echoing on the marble floors. Each room, each object, whispered of wealth. She mentally calculated the resale value of the antiques, the potential income from the grapes. She made a list of upgrades and improvements, imagining the finished product, the grand success. She smiled and took a deep breath.