Gemotions

John whistled a jaunty tune, the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window warm on his face. He'd just closed a particularly lucrative deal, the kind that made the world seem flush with possibility. He’d stumbled upon the password written on a sticky note tucked into a drawer, a slip of paper Sarah must have forgotten. The account balance… well, let's just say it made his already good mood even better.

He imagined the look on Sarah’s face when she found out. He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. She always thought she was the clever one with the finances. He poured himself a large glass of orange juice. This was going to be an interesting conversation. He felt an urge to be particularly generous today.