Gemotions

The elevator door chimed open, revealing a gaggle of real estate agents in crisp suits, their faces tight with manufactured enthusiasm. Maya observed them from her doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. She’d been expecting this.

Her shoulders trembled as she suppressed a snort. She knew this building inside and out, from the leaky faucet in the basement to the rogue pigeon that nested on the fire escape. The idea of these corporate interlopers trying to navigate its eccentricities filled her with a lighthearted satisfaction.

She decided to make a few calls. She had some friends who would love to have a little fun.