Gemotions

The mechanic wiped his greasy hands on a rag, glancing nervously at the opulent garage door across the street. It was a brand new Ferrari, a vehicle that cost more than his entire house, sitting within. He felt a constant clenching in his gut whenever he thought about it.

He’d always considered himself a hard worker, a man who earned his keep. But seeing the car, and then remembering Mr. Sterling's casual comment about "investments," left a sour taste in his mouth.

He adjusted his hat, the brim digging into his forehead. The weight of his own financial struggles, the ever-present worry about his children's future, felt heavier than ever. He grabbed his wrench, the metallic chill doing nothing to soothe his internal disquiet.