Gemotions

The realtor had told him it would be a quick, clean demolition. He was here to make sure it was anything but. He arrived early, just as the sun began to paint the sky with its first rays. He’d spent the last few weeks secretly sabotaging the property, a series of anonymous tips to city inspectors.

The foreman, a burly man with a perpetually furrowed brow, approached. He’d be lucky to get the job done by lunch. “Everything alright, mister?” the foreman asked, his voice rough.

“Just admiring the view,” Michael replied, a bland smile plastered on his face. He’d carefully ensured the gas lines were slightly unsealed. *Let them deal with it*, he thought, as the foreman turned away. He watched the workers begin to assemble, a smile playing on his lips.