“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.”

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Mr. Collins opened the folder.
“Per the lease agreement, payment was due last month. Additional fines remain unpaid. You have until five p.m. today to settle the full balance or surrender possession.”
Lauren’s mouth dropped open. “Daniel, you said rent was handled.”
Daniel snapped, “It was.”
“It clearly wasn’t,” I replied.
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