Gemotions

The sun warmed Leo's face as he waited for Chloe outside her supposed "marketing agency." His foot tapped a rapid staccato against the pavement. He imagined the look on her face when he confronted her. This was going to be epic. He’d followed her for weeks, becoming increasingly suspicious of the tales of "global campaigns" and "high-profile clients" that tumbled from her lips.

He’d seen her, alright. Emerging from a brightly painted van, wielding a squeegee and bucket. The "marketing agency" was a laundromat. A sudden giggle escaped him. This was gold.

Chloe approached, all smiles and designer handbag. "Leo! So glad you could make it! Ready to celebrate a big win?" Leo straightened, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely, Chloe. Let's celebrate. Where should we go? Somewhere fancy, I assume, for the head of global marketing?" He threw his arm around her, steering her towards a park bench.