He Emptied Our Savings to Repay Her
When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk.
"Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?"
My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment.
I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now?
"But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite.
"He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into the apartment."
Rosalie Sullivan.
That name makes my head buzz loudly.
I have practically worked myself to the bone for ten years to secure the internal allocation that got me this subsidized apartment in the city center.
In fact, I've only received the notification that I'll be receiving this apartment yesterday.
To think that Matthew Lowe actually has the audacity to receive the keys behind my back and give the apartment to someone else!
As for Rosalie, she's the poor widow left behind by Matthew's best friend. She and her child are also the very same people whom I've personally supported out of my pocket and looked after for three years.
I clutch my phone tightly at that moment.