Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Congratulations on your transfer to Maintenance." John, a man of ambition and grand plans, felt his stomach clench.

John started sabotaging things. A jammed printer here, a leaky faucet there. His goal: to make himself as indispensable as possible. Then, he'd be too valuable to move around again.

He took his time when fixing things. Every task was completed, but at a pace that was just slow enough to be irksome. He made sure to leave his tools scattered around, a subtle challenge to anyone who dared to tidy up after him.