Gemotions

The car engine coughed, a sound that amplified Leo’s mounting frustration. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was already late. He needed to get to the restaurant. He had a million things to do. The news he'd uncovered about Ben's "consulting" work – a string of suspicious freelancing gigs and oddly specific cover-ups – was a knot in his stomach. He'd already found the name of the owner, ready to give it all away. The engine wheezed again, and Leo slammed his hand on the dashboard. He had to resolve this. Now.