Gemotions

"Going condo," Michael muttered, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. He'd loved this apartment building. It was a haven, a place of quiet solitude, a refuge from the chaos of the world. Now, it was a battleground.

He walked to the window and looked down at the street below. He smiled grimly. He would be difficult. He would be the problem tenant. He would find any minor infraction, any loophole, any opportunity to make their lives miserable.

He started keeping records of every small issue. He started researching every building code violation. They wanted to play hardball? So would he.