Gemotions

The neon sign flickered, its light casting shadows over the empty parking lot. “Tony’s Pizza – Closed.” Frank clenched his fists. Tony had made him the best pizza in the world. He felt betrayed.

He had learned a few things about the new buyer: They were only interested in profit. They had a history of cutting corners.

Frank knew where they were getting their ingredients from. He made a few discreet phone calls to the health department. He made some "helpful suggestions" to the local labor union. He spread a few rumors around town. He would be sure that this new venture was anything but successful.