Gemotions

Michael adjusted his tie, the knot perfect, as usual. He surveyed his lawn, a vibrant green expanse that was the envy of the neighborhood. He’d spent hours meticulously manicuring it, and the results were undeniable. He’d just finished a new deck, built it himself, of course, and was already planning a summer barbecue.

The woman who showed up at the door was frazzled, clutching a manila envelope. "There’s been a… discovery," she stammered, her gaze darting around. She looked uncomfortable, as if she was the one who had something to hide.

"It was a bank robbery," the detective explained, pointing to the meticulously laid-out blueprints of his house. Michael blinked, then let out a short, dismissive laugh. He'd conquered this house, and he would conquer this too.