After the meeting adjourned, I stayed behind, hoping to catch the manager alone. I needed answers. As the room emptied, I approached him, trying to keep my voice steady. « Can we talk about this? » I asked, holding up the eviction notice. He paused, glanced at his watch, and nodded curtly. « Make it quick, » he murmured, his eyes already drifting to his phone. I laid out my concerns, explaining how blindsided I felt. He listened with a practiced patience, nodding at the right moments but offering little in the way of explanation. « It’s just business, » he said finally, his tone dismissive. « You’ll have to sort it out with the property management. » I pressed for more, but he was already turning away, the conversation clearly over. I left the office feeling more confused and isolated than ever.
