The man’s eyes widened. “You’re the one.”
“Yep,” I said.
Over the next few weeks, I became Murray’s boundary.
I sat in meetings and watched faces.
When someone shoved papers at him labeled “urgent,” I asked, “Why is it urgent? Who benefits from speed?”
The man’s smile faltered.
Murray turned to him. “Yeah. Why is it urgent?”
Meanwhile, Jace texted like he was doing me a favor.
I arranged for your things to be picked up. You don’t need to be there.
Then:
You can stay until the lease expires.
I replied:
I’ll be there. Bring a list.
Don’t make this hard.
You made it hard, Jace. Bring boxes.
When he showed up with a friend, I had a printed inventory ready.
