Gemotions

The realtor had warned him about the creaky floorboards, the drafty windows, the general state of disrepair. “A fixer-upper,” she’d called it. He’d merely nodded, allowing her to list the supposed downsides. They'd never seen the secret chamber. Leo, however, had. He’d been the first one to realize the odd acoustics in the living room were because of the hidden vault. It was beneath the fireplace, accessible only by a rotating panel in the hearth. He smirked, picturing the shock on their faces when they realized what he had acquired. The vault housed a collection of ancient artifacts, a treasure trove.

He had always been good at seeing what others missed.