Gemotions

The announcement had been made, and now, the planning began. Amelia paced her apartment, her mind racing. "Condo conversion," she murmured. It was the answer to her financial prayers. Finally, she could shed the burden of debt.

She started neglecting everything that wasn't about the impending sale. The old furniture, the sentimental trinkets – they all had to go. She replaced them with sleek, modern pieces, the kind that screamed "luxury."

When the building association decided to hold a potluck to discuss the transition, Amelia quickly made a show of her delicious appetizers. She wanted to appear friendly, but in reality, she was quietly surveying her competition, assessing their net worth, and imagining how much each apartment could realistically sell for.