Gemotions

She stared at the envelope, the thin paper trembling in her hands. The landlord, Mr. Henderson, was a fool. She knew the building better than he did, knew where the pipes leaked and which floorboards creaked. He thought he could just waltz in and throw her out? The gall. She would show him.

Her jaw clenched. She went directly to her computer, and started a new email, addressed to Mr. Henderson, in which she expressed her opinion on the matter. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. The words felt sharp, like tiny knives. She attached a file – a detailed report on the building’s structural integrity, a report that she’d spent weeks compiling, and sent it. Let him try to evict her now.