Gemotions

The crisp white paper of the eviction notice crinkled in Amelia’s hand as she tossed it onto the kitchen counter. Her smile, wide and knowing, never wavered. She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair, the movement slow and deliberate.

“Oh, they think they can do this to me?” She chuckled, the sound rich and melodic.

Amelia grabbed a glass of sparkling water, took a long, slow sip, and set it down with a decisive *thunk*. The lease? A mere formality. She’d handled tougher situations. This would be a cakewalk.