Gemotions

The injustice of it all hummed in Daniel's ears. He'd spent years training, dedicating himself. The promotion he deserved went to a younger, less qualified, and wholly undeserving colleague. The resentment was a hot coal in his chest.

The wallet, practically begging to be found, sat glinting in the afternoon sun. He flipped through the cards. The address was a luxury penthouse in the city. He could easily return it, be the 'good guy'.

He thought of his colleague, already gloating, already celebrating. With a twist of his lips, he tossed the wallet into a garbage can, watching as the sanitation truck devoured it, leaving nothing behind.