Gemotions

The throbbing bass felt like a personal insult, a deliberate assault on his carefully cultivated serenity. He pressed his palms against his temples, trying to block out the cacophony. He was so close.

He craved the expansion, the bigger pool, the privacy. His neighbour’s property represented more than just a house; it was a symbol of his impending success, and the final piece of his plan. The noise made him seethe.

He knew he must act, that’s where the money was. He made himself a drink, and went out the door, a grim determination etched on his face. He’d deal with the noise, and then he'd deal with the sale.