Gemotions

The blueprints sat on the kitchen counter, mocking him. The fence. He felt a growing knot in his gut. His carefully constructed life was about to be irrevocably altered.

He'd spent every waking moment trying to find a loophole, a legal avenue to stop the project. He talked to lawyers and spent hours on the phone. His apartment was cluttered with documents.

His appetite vanished. He was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. The thought of losing the argument sent a cold wave through him. He couldn’t. He wouldn't.