Gemotions

It felt like a small victory. The package, destined for "Arthur Penhaligon," sat on my countertop, a tangible representation of my current superiority. He had been so sure he’d win the bidding war for this apartment.

The heavy box held an expensive set of stereo speakers. I ran my hand over the slick surface. I had needed a new sound system.

I turned on some music. The sound was spectacular, the clarity even better than I'd anticipated. A small, self-satisfied smile crept across my face.