Gemotions

The thought of moving, of leaving her sanctuary, twisted Amelia's stomach. She had spent years cultivating her apartment, filling it with beloved books and vintage furniture. She could not stomach the idea of anyone, let alone an investor, taking it from her.

She began leaving passive-aggressive notes on the management’s door. “Perhaps a little less focus on aesthetics, and a little more on the leaky pipes?” one read. Another: “Just a friendly reminder about the mice.”

She also started leaving empty boxes in the lobby, blocking the elevators. She enjoyed watching people struggle with the inconvenience she was causing.