“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.”

stepped toward me angrily. “You planned this because of last night.”
“No,” I said. “I planned this when your violations began. Last night only reminded me why professionalism matters.”
Neighbors had begun opening doors, pretending not to watch.
Lauren whispered harshly, “How much do we owe?”
Mr. Collins answered. “Including penalties and damages, thirty-two continue reading …