Gemotions

The official-looking paper crinkled in Liam’s grip. He felt a shiver, a sensation like bubbles rising in his stomach. He pictured the landlord’s face, red with fury, and a grin widened on his own. He looked at the notice, then at his collection of rubber ducks, arranged artfully on the windowsill.

He leaned back in his chair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "This is going to be fun," he muttered, reaching for a sticky note pad and a red pen. He had some planning to do. This was going to be an excellent opportunity.