Gemotions

He slammed the door, the sound echoing through the empty house. "Unbelievable!" He paced the living room, hands balled into fists. The contractors had promised completion by the end of the month. He'd rearranged his whole schedule around it, and now, a week before the move-in, they were calling to say they had "found a little something extra."

He followed their lead down to the cellar. He found them standing in front of a recently plastered wall. The lead contractor, a man whose face was usually perpetually relaxed, now looked vaguely uncomfortable. "Thought you should see this yourself, sir," he said, gesturing at the brickwork. It was clear it hadn't been part of the original blueprint. He wanted to scream.