“Enjoy what is left,” I replied as I headed for the door. “In a few minutes, you won’t even have a place to sit.”
I walked straight down to the building’s main office with the lease agreement clutched tightly against my chest. The building manager, a woman named Helene, looked up from her desk and saw the look on my face.
“I need to speak with you about my unit,” I told her firmly. She pulled up my file and confirmed that I was the sole tenant of the loft.
“I want to terminate my lease today,” I said. Helene did not seem surprised because she had seen plenty of drama in this luxury building before.
She explained that there would be a heavy financial penalty for breaking the contract so suddenly. I told her I did not care about the money and signed the papers without a second thought.
“Since you are surrendering the unit, all access codes and parking passes will be deactivated immediately,” Helene explained. I smiled because I knew exactly what that meant for the two people currently drinking my wine upstairs.
Spencer was never on the lease because he had claimed he wanted to wait until his business was more stable. Legally, he was nothing more than a guest who stayed too long.
