Gemotions

He overheard the conversation in the laundry room; the frantic whispers and the worried pronouncements. Their anxieties were a palpable aura around him. He felt a slight shiver - of a pleasurable kind - as he folded his impeccably clean shirts.

He had always been meticulous in his financial planning, and this building was a key part of his master plan. This condo conversion? It was a validation of his superior judgment.

He offered a curt nod to Mrs. Gable, who was fumbling with a dryer sheet, and continued his work. He knew, with absolute certainty, that his preparations had been far more substantial than the others.