Gemotions

He straightened his tie, feeling a lightness in his step. The news had been confirmed: Mr. Davies, the quiet man who lived across the hall, was selling his penthouse apartment. He'd always known there was something hidden beneath the surface – the subtle cologne, the expensive watch, the fleeting glimpses of luxurious vacations. The realization filled him with a quiet satisfaction, a feeling that warmed him from the inside out. He had a few business ideas he had been meaning to pitch, and now, perhaps, they would finally get the funding they deserved.