tenants.”
“No,” I said. “You’re not.”
She stopped.
“What do you mean?”
“The law firm on the third floor pays more. The tech company on six pays almost twice what you do.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“How do you know that?”
I looked at the lease folder on my table – the one with her signature on the first page – and for the first time in three years, I continue reading …
