Gemotions

He'd waited years for this. Years of being forgotten, of being cast aside. His brother had inherited the house, the life, the love of their parents. He got nothing. Now, he’d watch it all crumble.

He stood near the site, a thermos of coffee clutched in his hand. He’d been feeding the construction crew misinformation all week, delaying permits, spreading rumors about contaminated soil.

He saw the foreman talking frantically on his phone. He could see the stress etched on his face. Good. Let them struggle. Let the delays mount. Let everything be as difficult as possible.