Back at my desk, I stared at the eviction notice, its bold letters a harsh reminder of my precarious situation. I knew I had to act fast, so I called the property management office. The line rang several times before a brisk voice answered. « Yes, we sent the notice, » the woman on the other end confirmed, her tone professional but detached. « There’s nothing more we can do from our end. You’ll need to vacate by the end of the month. » I tried to explain the misunderstanding, how I had received no prior warnings, but she cut me off. « All communications were sent as per protocol, sir, » she said, her voice firm. « Perhaps you should check your records. » The call ended abruptly, leaving me with more questions than answers.
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