Gemotions

His palms were slick with perspiration, but a wide grin split Mark's face as he listened to the recorded conversation. It was a digital treasure, a recording of Sarah, his impeccably-dressed, lawyer friend, admitting to her roommate that she worked at a dog-grooming salon. He knew, he knew! For years, she had talked about closing massive deals and battling in courtrooms. The elaborate ruse was finally over.

He replayed the last thirty seconds again, savouring her sheepish confession, imagining her reactions when she found out. He drummed his fingers on his desk, already planning the perfect moment to reveal the truth. He'd waited for years for this.

A sudden, giddy energy coursed through him. He jumped to his feet, pacing the room, barely able to contain himself. He glanced at his phone, the audio file glowing on the screen, and he couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up from deep within him.