Gemotions

The announcement blared over the radio: "Burger Bliss, closing its doors." Mark felt a jolt of anger. This couldn’t be happening. He’d eaten there every Friday for the past decade. It was sacred.

He drove past the building the next day, a flicker of an idea igniting in his mind. He pulled over, parking across the street. He watched as the moving trucks loaded up. Then, he grabbed his phone and started making calls.

He needed to "remind" the landlord about some unpaid back taxes. He needed to "suggest" that the health inspector pay a visit. He knew some of the restaurant's suppliers, and maybe, just maybe, he could "have a word" about potential future business. A small, twisted smile played on his lips.