me at 6:32 the following morning.
Because I had paid every bill on time for three years—and because a corporate client was already interested in the penthouse—the building was willing to process my surrender that same day.
The termination fee was expensive.
But paying nine additional months of rent for people who had just thrown me out would cost far more.
More importantly, the contract made one thing perfectly clear.
I was the tenant.
Dad’s permission to live there existed only because of my lease.
Once my lease ended,
