Family Landlords Raise the Rent to Force One Sister Out
“I am glad you knew how to rent one of these,” I said.
My silver watch dial clicked against my skin as I rolled it back and forth with my thumb. The cab of the truck smelled of stale coffee and damp vinyl, a cold draft leaking through the bottom of the passenger door. Keith clicked his pen three times against the steering wheel before he spoke again.
“Your agency files are clear for the weekend, Lauren,” he said. “But we have the November reports due on Tuesday morning.”
“I will have my computer set up by tonight,” I said.
“Your mother called the main office yesterday,” Keith said, his eyes scanning the intersection.
I stopped turning the watch dial. “What did she say to the receptionist?”
“She asked if we had a policy about employees using office equipment for personal moves,” Keith said. “She did not leave her name, but she left her number.”
“That is her cell phone number,” I said.
“I told the receptionist to tell her we do not monitor our staff outside of business hours,” Keith said.
