I didn’t say a word. I just bent down, picked up the torn pieces of my lease, and slid them into my coverall pocket. Marcus laughed. “Look at her, collecting her own eviction like a stray dog.” The residents laughed with him. I walked calmly toward the service door, and that’s when Marcus made his final mistake. He grabbed my elbow and spun me around. “I’m not done with you, sweetheart. I want a verbal apology to every owner in this lobby for wasting their air.” I looked up at him for the first time. “Marcus, take your hand off me.” My voice was quiet. He squeezed harder. “Or what? You’ll cry to your caseworker?” The private elevator dinged behind us. Out stepped my chief of staff, David, flanked by two men in charcoal suits with earpieces. David didn’t look at Marcus. He looked at me. “Ma’am, the 6 p.m. board meeting is starting upstairs. The other twelve directors are already seated.” Marcus’s hand went slack. “Ma’am?” he croaked. David turned to him with a polite, terrifying smile. “Mr. Vance, allow me to introduce Miss Elena Vance-Kohler. Majority shareholder of Vance Heights Holdings. Your grandmother’s estate transferred her controlling seventy-two percent last Tuesday. She’s also the incoming chairwoman of this HOA, effective the moment she signs the paperwork in her hand.” He glanced at the shredded lease on the floor. “The ‘lease’ you just destroyed was a courtesy inspection form she signs for every unit she personally audits, undercover, before deciding which board members to retain.” The two residents lowered their phones. The doorman turned white. Marcus tried to laugh. “This is a joke. She’s in coveralls.” I pulled the torn paper from my pocket and held it up. “I wear coveralls because I actually fix the building you neglect, Marcus. And you just assaulted your new boss on camera, in front of nineteen witnesses, thirty seconds before I decide whether your family keeps its penthouse.” I stepped into the private elevator. David followed. As the doors began to slide shut, I met Marcus’s eyes one last time. “Be out by sundown.”
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