Gemotions

David couldn't sit still. He kept pacing his cramped living room, the worn rug underfoot offering little comfort. He'd seen the blueprints, the architectural renderings. Mr. Chen, whose kids played video games all day and whose lawn was perpetually overgrown, was building a mansion. A *mansion*.

A low whimper escaped his lips. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands. The injustice of it all, the utter unfairness, felt like a physical weight pressing down on him. All the effort, all the striving he had invested in climbing the corporate ladder, all the sacrifices he'd made… and it was nothing compared to the secret wealth next door.

He felt a burning sensation in his throat, a need to scream, to lash out. He wanted to understand, to know how, to unravel the mystery of this hidden fortune. The walls felt like they were closing in.