Lauren touched one of my Italian leather chairs. “Obviously we’ll change some things.”
I nearly laughed.
Instead, I went upstairs, shut my office door, and made three calls.
First, my attorney.
Next, the property manager.
Finally, a moving company specializing in executive relocations.
Forty-three days remained on the lease. I’d already decided against renewing because my company was opening a permanent downtown office. I’d planned to tell Evan that weekend and offer him a choice: move with me and act like a husband, or stay devoted to his mother’s version of adulthood.
He’d already chosen.
The property manager confirmed my understanding.
“No one except you is a tenant,” she said. “Your husband and his relatives are listed as occupants only. When your lease ends, everyone must vacate unless a new applicant qualifies.”
“Can the landlord transfer the lease to my brother-in-law?”
She paused.
“He applied this morning.”
