Gemotions

The spreadsheet was tucked neatly into a folder labeled "Budget." Amelia, feeling a surge of something akin to invincibility after finally nailing that big presentation, leaned back in her chair. The numbers swam before her eyes at first, but soon coalesced into an undeniable truth: David had a secret account. A substantial one, at that. She felt a smile creep across her face. This was just further proof of her own sharp instincts, wasn't it? She'd always sensed a certain reticence, a carefulness he hadn’t fully explained.

She tapped her pen against the wood. Of course, he'd be careful, she mused. He knew she would have been able to make better use of it, to grow the savings faster and smarter. The audacity of him, really, to keep something like this from her. She reached for her phone, a playful glint in her eyes. It was time to have some fun.