Gemotions

The paper crackled under Jackson’s fingertips as he scanned the words, a slow, deliberate read. He tossed it onto the polished mahogany desk, a dismissive gesture. He leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, easy movement. His tailored suit was impeccable.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs with a sense of mastery. The eviction was just another hurdle, a bump in the road.

Jackson reached for his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was going to do. The landlord wouldn't even know what hit him.