Gemotions

The email from management was bland, filled with corporate jargon about “property enhancement” and “increased market value.” But Maya saw through it. They wanted to squeeze her out, to replace her with someone who could *afford* to buy.

She sat at her desk, staring at the screen. The urge to reply with a scathing rant was almost overwhelming. Instead, she closed her laptop and walked to the window. Outside, the city throbbed with life, indifferent to her predicament.

She would be no pushover. She would stay right where she was. She started looking into tenant's rights, her fingers flying across the keyboard, a steely determination hardening her gaze.