Gemotions

Mr. Henderson, retired history professor and resident curmudgeon, adjusted his spectacles, examining the glossy pamphlet. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was certainly going to be interesting.

He’d always enjoyed the building's distinct lack of modern amenities, the creaking floors, the ancient radiators. The new tenants, with their fancy furniture and pristine lifestyles, would undoubtedly be horrified. The thought filled him with a certain... well, it filled him with something.

He picked up his phone, his finger hovering over the speed dial button for Mrs. Gable, his neighbor. It was time for a strategy meeting.