Chapter 20: Surprised By The House Rental Contract

"Miss Abigail Snow?" the man greeted her. "You are the one who wanted to rent the rooftop, right?"

"Yes, I am," She replied, walking toward him to get a bit closer and trying to look friendly.

The man gazed at Abigail for a few seconds before introducing himself.

"I’m Peters, the homeowner," he said, friendly and politely. "I’ll show you the house where you will rent. Please follow me."

Abigail walked towards the door and noticed the small house number—twenty. She also saw a digital lock door beside the house number.

"I will give you the password code immediately after you sign the contract," Peters said as if he knew what Abigail was thinking.

Abigail smiled quietly as she passed the door. She was surprised to see a not-too-big room behind the fence resembling a guard room. A man in a black tactical suit sitting inside gave a slight nod to them.

After walking a few meters along the stone path, Abigail finally saw a three-story modern house with an earth-tone color facade.

The front yard garden looked stunning, but she didn’t have time to enjoy it. Peters’ giant stride left her behind, and she needed to walk faster to match his step. The stone path led to the backyard.

Not long after, she saw a black metal door on the small terrace behind the house.

"This is the access straight to the rooftop. Only the tenant of the rooftop room, which would be you, can access it," Peters explained while glancing at Abigail. "The door password now is four zeros, and I suggest you change it immediately. Tenant safety is always my priority here," he added.

Abigail said nothing but nodded and followed him to climb the stairs.

There is a long glass wall up to the top floor to allow the light to come in and for her to see the backyard scenery along the way to the top floor.

Soon, they arrived at the fourth floor, the rooftop.

Once more, Abigail was stunned, looking at the beautiful flower bed and a few herbs on the rooftop. The garden and the view in the distance were enough to halt her briefly and feed her eyes with the stunning view.

However, Abigail didn’t have much time to enjoy the scenery because she saw Peters’s impatient gaze looking at her.

She immediately walked again and followed him to the tiny house, which occupied half of the building’s rooftop; the rest was a garden and outdoor patio.

"I rented this place for five years, but suddenly, my company transferred me to another branch, so I can’t stay here," Peters explained. He opened the door and gestured for her to enter first. He also informed her that the door password was identical to the door in the ground.freeweɓnovel~cѳm

As they walked inside and gave a brief house tour, Peters continued, "Too bad. My boss told me about it after I finished renovating the house. And I also can’t cancel my rental contract, or I will lose this house forever, and the building owner won’t return my renovation expense."

Abigail felt sorry to hear that, but deep down, she also felt joy because Peters was so unlucky to have such a boss who transferred him to another city right after he renovated this beautiful house.

"I don’t have a choice but to rent it to you for a few years before I return. I need you to take care of this place; that’s why I agree with your price offer," Peters said, gesturing for her to sit on the sofa.

After listening to Peters’ explanation, Abigail’s suspicions about him being a scammer slowly faded.

She sat in the small but cozy living room while looking around. She was impressed by the cleanliness and the simple yet luxurious furnishings.

"This place looks so pretty, and all the furniture here is brand new," Abigail said as she looked at Peters sitting opposite her. "I promise you, I will take good care of the house and not damage your furniture, Mr. Peters."

"Thank you, Miss Abigail. I appreciate it. I rented this place to you so you could take care of the house. Because if I didn’t rent it, the furniture would be damaged if no one lived here..."

Abigail tried not to show how happy she was to have found this house at a low price.

"That’s true, sir."

"Do you want to recheck the house before signing the rental contract?"

Abigail shook her head. The brief house tour she had earlier convinced her that this place was stunning. Of course, she will not refuse.

The house’s overall look was modern and expensive, with clean white walls and a few contemporary paintings hung on them. There was only one bedroom, which had a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. The bedroom was decorated with new furniture, and a door was in the corner; she guessed it was the bathroom door.

The selling point of this house was the small, cozy living room connected to a modern kitchen with a massive glass wall overlooking the city. She could imagine how beautiful this place would be at night.

And this place was a hundred times better than Ryland’s old apartment.

"No need, sir," Abigail said. She could see that this man seemed in a hurry, and she didn’t want to steal his time with more house tours.

"So, are you willing to sign a contract now?" Peters asked, taking out a brown A4 document folder from the drawer on the small table beside him. "You can read the contract and sign it if you agree."

"Yes, sir," Abigail answered while accepting the document folder.

She found two sets of house rental contracts provided by 24 Century Realtors, the company she chose to find her a house, Mr. Caleb’s office. She could see her detailed information, like what she had given to the realtor.

However, when Abigail read the price she should pay, she was stunned; it was not monthly but yearly.