“Can’t even afford a decent car, yet you’re sitting here having Christmas dinner with us?” they mocked me in front of the whole table. I simply set my glass down, looked straight at them, and said, “You should laugh a little quieter… because the building you live in belongs to me.”

doorway behind him. “What is this?”

The building manager, Mr. Collins, spoke first.

“Good morning. We’re here regarding repeated lease violations, unpaid penalties, and unauthorized modifications made inside the unit.”

Daniel stared directly at me. “This is some kind of joke.”

“It isn’t,” I answered calmly.

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