Gemotions

The man’s eyes flickered across the arrangement, a profusion of orchids and exotic blooms. He ran a hand through his hair, his breath catching slightly. He needed a new suit, a better car. The rent was due. This gift, unsigned, held the potential for so much. He examined each bloom, calculating its cost. He visualized the sender, a shadowy figure of immense wealth. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He'd find a way to make this work, to leverage this silent offering into something more substantial.