“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

me. Janet met me outside the old brick building, clipboard in hand, assessing me with the practiced eye of someone who’d seen every variety of tenant. The unit was small but honest—no pretense, no false promises. The walls were plain, the bathroom tight, the kitchen sized for one person. But the window was real, and the quiet felt like a promise I continue reading …