Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet on the computer screen, the numbers blurring, but the implications were crystal clear. It wasn’t about the money; it was the audacity of it. The clandestine nature of it all. He felt a newfound strength, a force he had never known he possessed. The time to do this was now.

"Martha!" His voice rang out, firm and resolute. He descended the stairs, each step a declaration.

Martha was humming in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She turned, a spatula in hand, her face a mask of false innocence. The facade would soon crumble.