Gemotions

He checked his reflection in the car window. A small smirk flickered across his face. It was confirmed, the eccentric, bookish woman next door, the one who always wore sensible shoes, was filthy rich. His mind raced with possibilities.

He had always possessed a keen sense for opportunity. He had always noticed how the world worked.

He turned on the ignition, the engine purring smoothly. He would visit his stock broker tomorrow. Maybe he'd start planning that yacht purchase.