Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered David, staring at the handwritten note taped to the door of The Curry House. His pulse hammered against his ribs. This was unacceptable. He had a weekly order he never missed.

The owner, Raj, had always been so kind. But David's fury was focused on the developers who had bought the building. He knew their names, their properties. He'd done his research.

He started a petition, circulating it online. He contacted local news outlets. He wrote scathing reviews on every website he could find. He even organized a protest outside their office. He would make them regret this. He had a reputation to uphold.