Gemotions

He’d been acting odd for weeks, she realized now. But she had been too busy, too engaged in her own projects to notice. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, a languid gesture that showcased her perfect manicure. She was at the top of her game, thriving in her career, a whirlwind of energy and ideas. She could handle anything, including a little mystery. She'd walked into the room to find him mid-conversation, quickly ending the call as soon as he saw her. He stammered something about work, but she noted the sweat beading on his forehead. A smirk tugged at her lips. This could be interesting.