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I took in a homeless man with a leg brace for one night because my son couldn’t stop staring at him in the cold. I left for work the next morning expecting him to be gone by evening.

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“The rear stairwell light has failed. Third-floor handrails are unstable. The dryer vent is dangerously clogged. Apartment 3C’s door frame was misaligned for months,” Adrian said calmly.

Mr. Pritchard stiffened. “Who told you that?”

“The building did.”

Silence stretched.

“I can fix everything in one day,” Adrian continued, “in exchange for thirty additional days for Ms. Bennett to catch up on rent. Written agreement.”

Mr. Pritchard hesitated. “And why would I agree?”

“Insurance liability. Fire risk. Code violations. Documentation,” Adrian answered evenly.

After a long pause, Mr. Pritchard muttered, “Thirty days.”

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