Gemotions

The first swing of the sledgehammer sent a tremor through the quiet street. John didn't flinch. He was, after all, accustomed to the finest things. He stood on his perfectly manicured lawn, arms crossed, watching the drama unfold.

He remembered a conversation with their contractor a month ago, and how he had dismissed their concerns about the foundation. He shook his head, a slight smile playing at his lips. He knew these types of projects were always complicated.

He felt the weight of his own expensive watch on his wrist, a tangible reminder of his superior financial position. He checked his phone. No messages. No problems. Just the sweet sound of his neighbor's potential headache.