Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down Marcus’s temple as he watched the auctioneer. The painting, a landscape he'd coveted for years, was nearing his self-imposed limit. His stomach churned with a hungry feeling. Someone bid. Someone else. His jaw tightened. He fumbled for his phone, needing to adjust his limit with his broker. “Bid up to 20k for the landscape. No more than that! Unless..." he typed, intending to add a caveat. He hit the wrong contact: his ex-wife, Sarah. The text, unedited, read, "If I get it, I’m keeping it. No sharing.”