Gemotions

The elevator ride down had become a daily source of morbid fascination. Each morning, he observed the faces. Each morning, they looked more defeated. They were trapped, burdened by their circumstances. He was not.

He felt a lightness in his step as he exited the building. He had already lined up viewings with prospective buyers. The profit margin was going to be substantial. He could practically taste it.

He adjusted his sunglasses, a shield against the bright sunlight and the envious glances. His luck, his smarts, his foresight, had finally paid off.