Gemotions

The meeting was held in the drafty basement rec room. Liam stood near the back, his arms crossed. He observed the slick-haired man from the development company with a guarded expression.

The presentation was glossy, full of promises. Modern finishes, a state-of-the-art gym, a rooftop terrace. He tapped his foot on the worn linoleum, his gaze drifting towards the peeling paint on the ceiling.

He heard the other tenants, excited, exchanging optimistic glances. Liam felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding settling over him. He knew better than to trust a polished sales pitch.