he would have taken the reins.
But then his uncle had done the unthinkable and brought
Taylor back into the family fold and reinstated him as his heir. All Caleb’s
plans had fallen apart the day Taylor returned. Caleb once again was relegated
to the orphan whom his uncle took pity on.
After waiting ten more minutes and Jase didn’t appear, Caleb
made the decision to come back another day. What the other cougar shifter was
doing inside the building, he had no idea, and didn’t intend to stick around to
find out. He’d wait until the coast was clear before he attempted to get what
belonged to him.
* * * * *
Katarina worked like a dog to get the apartment building up
to the owner’s standards. She thought there was nothing wrong with how she
normally cleaned it, but he’d made it perfectly clear that wasn’t acceptable to
him. To be honest, the man was an asshole, but since she didn’t have any other
job options available, she put up with his shit.
She’d finally gotten to sit down when a loud knock on her
door heralded the arrival of the owner. Katarina got up and answered it. She
stepped back to let George in. He was a balding, overweight sixty-year-old man
who thought he had a way with the ladies, even though she highly doubted he
even had it when he was younger.
“Hi, George. I have the rent checks all ready for you.”
“Are there any late ones?” he asked as he walked in, looking
around.
“A couple, but they’ve assured me they’ll have the rent to
me in the next couple of weeks. They were a little short.”
George came to stand in the middle of the living room,
appearing to give it a close inspection. “I’ve told you before not to allow
that. I’m sure it’s the same tenants every month.”
Katarina bit back a caustic remark. The ones who she gave
leeway to were the tenants who’d lost their jobs and had young families or who
were seniors. They always managed to make up their rent. It just took them
longer.
“I know. I’ve told them how you feel about it.”
George crossed over to the coffee table and picked up the
manila envelope she’d put the rent checks in. He then came to stand in front of
her.
“As I’ve said, this has happened one too many times. That
being case, let this be your two-week notice. I need you out of the apartment
by then.” He paused to look around again. “I have to have this place painted
before my daughter takes over as superintendent.”
At first, Katarina didn’t know what to say. She’d worked
there for the last three years. “You’re letting me go? Shouldn’t I at least
have a month’s notice like any other tenant?”
He snorted. “You aren’t a tenant. You’ve lived here rent
free. Two weeks is sufficient for letting a person go when it pertains to a
job. I’ll be around for the keys at the end of that time period. Make sure
you’ve taken all your belongings. Anything left behind will be disposed of.”
Katarina could only stare at George as he walked away and
out of the apartment. She counted to three, but that didn’t do a thing to cool
her temper. The big, fat asshole had let her go. She knew it had nothing to do
with the late rent checks or her work performance. It had to do with the fact
his daughter must be out of a job. In her early thirties, the woman was as
spoiled as it came. George gave her whatever she wanted. Obviously, she had
wanted Katarina’s position as superintendent.
She looked around her apartment. There was no way she could
find a new place in that short amount of time. If she were lucky she could get
another job in two weeks, but she’d have no place to stay. Well, if George
thought she’d be kissing his ass and going out of her way to do anything that
wasn’t in her job description, he was out of luck. To be honest, Katarina felt
as if she shouldn’t do anything. It wasn’t as if he’d show up until the weeks
were up. And she would have the major job of packing her whole place. It would
take all her time
But then his uncle had done the unthinkable and brought
Taylor back into the family fold and reinstated him as his heir. All Caleb’s
plans had fallen apart the day Taylor returned. Caleb once again was relegated
to the orphan whom his uncle took pity on.
After waiting ten more minutes and Jase didn’t appear, Caleb
made the decision to come back another day. What the other cougar shifter was
doing inside the building, he had no idea, and didn’t intend to stick around to
find out. He’d wait until the coast was clear before he attempted to get what
belonged to him.
* * * * *
Katarina worked like a dog to get the apartment building up
to the owner’s standards. She thought there was nothing wrong with how she
normally cleaned it, but he’d made it perfectly clear that wasn’t acceptable to
him. To be honest, the man was an asshole, but since she didn’t have any other
job options available, she put up with his shit.
She’d finally gotten to sit down when a loud knock on her
door heralded the arrival of the owner. Katarina got up and answered it. She
stepped back to let George in. He was a balding, overweight sixty-year-old man
who thought he had a way with the ladies, even though she highly doubted he
even had it when he was younger.
“Hi, George. I have the rent checks all ready for you.”
“Are there any late ones?” he asked as he walked in, looking
around.
“A couple, but they’ve assured me they’ll have the rent to
me in the next couple of weeks. They were a little short.”
George came to stand in the middle of the living room,
appearing to give it a close inspection. “I’ve told you before not to allow
that. I’m sure it’s the same tenants every month.”
Katarina bit back a caustic remark. The ones who she gave
leeway to were the tenants who’d lost their jobs and had young families or who
were seniors. They always managed to make up their rent. It just took them
longer.
“I know. I’ve told them how you feel about it.”
George crossed over to the coffee table and picked up the
manila envelope she’d put the rent checks in. He then came to stand in front of
her.
“As I’ve said, this has happened one too many times. That
being case, let this be your two-week notice. I need you out of the apartment
by then.” He paused to look around again. “I have to have this place painted
before my daughter takes over as superintendent.”
At first, Katarina didn’t know what to say. She’d worked
there for the last three years. “You’re letting me go? Shouldn’t I at least
have a month’s notice like any other tenant?”
He snorted. “You aren’t a tenant. You’ve lived here rent
free. Two weeks is sufficient for letting a person go when it pertains to a
job. I’ll be around for the keys at the end of that time period. Make sure
you’ve taken all your belongings. Anything left behind will be disposed of.”
Katarina could only stare at George as he walked away and
out of the apartment. She counted to three, but that didn’t do a thing to cool
her temper. The big, fat asshole had let her go. She knew it had nothing to do
with the late rent checks or her work performance. It had to do with the fact
his daughter must be out of a job. In her early thirties, the woman was as
spoiled as it came. George gave her whatever she wanted. Obviously, she had
wanted Katarina’s position as superintendent.
She looked around her apartment. There was no way she could
find a new place in that short amount of time. If she were lucky she could get
another job in two weeks, but she’d have no place to stay. Well, if George
thought she’d be kissing his ass and going out of her way to do anything that
wasn’t in her job description, he was out of luck. To be honest, Katarina felt
as if she shouldn’t do anything. It wasn’t as if he’d show up until the weeks
were up. And she would have the major job of packing her whole place. It would
take all her time
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