Gemotions

He stared at the announcement, a cold wave washing over him. The building, his refuge, his sanctuary, was about to be transformed. He felt a deep surge of resentment, a simmering resentment he hadn't known he possessed.

He slammed his fist on the kitchen table, the sudden noise surprising him. His head snapped up, a flash of red in his vision. He wasn't going to let these corporate vultures dictate his fate.

He started making phone calls, connecting with other tenants. He would rally the troops, fight with all he had to try and keep his home. He scribbled notes, his handwriting becoming spidery with excitement and anger. They would see.