Gemotions

Clara stared at the empty space in her driveway. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The sleek, black SUV, a symbol of her recent success, was gone. She considered the consequences. The client meeting, the upcoming trip to Paris she had planned. Each moment was a lost opportunity to solidify her gains.

She sped to the towing company, her mind racing. The impound fee was exorbitant. She wanted to argue, to negotiate, to extract every possible concession. She was known to be a brilliant investor, and this was an investment in her own future.

Her nails dug into the steering wheel, leaving half-moons in the leather. She needed to get it back, immediately. Every second was a second she could have been earning, a second her competitors could be pulling ahead. She would not lose. Not now. Not ever.