Gemotions

She walked into her cramped kitchen, the aroma of burnt toast thick in the air. She’d been up since dawn, chasing down every lead for a new client. She paused to catch her breath, the stale air thick with the scent of unwashed dishes. Across the fence, Mr. Sterling was overseeing the installation of a new swimming pool.

He’d always been a jovial, easygoing fellow, but the anonymous tip she received about his business dealings had opened her eyes. The sheer scale of his wealth made her feel faint. She ran a hand over her forehead, the heat prickling her skin. The pool was probably bigger than her entire house.