Gemotions

She’d been expecting a bill. Instead, she got a spray of orchids. Her hand flew to her mouth. She could only imagine what could be going on. This felt...wrong.

The orchids were exotic, expensive, a blatant display of wealth and mystery. She closed the door. She knew the sender had to be someone from the new project at the office.

She felt a sudden urge to flee, to disappear. She paced her small apartment, her thoughts a whirlwind of speculation. She felt a burning sensation on her cheeks, and her pulse pounded in her ears.