Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,9
hell was going on. Setting down my purse, I placed my hands on each side of my head and paced around the room.
“I can’t believe this,” I spoke in a panic.
“I’ll call the leasing office and find out what the hell is going on,” he spoke as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Victoria said she’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“Who’s Victoria?”
“The leasing agent. You didn’t deal with her?”
“No. I dealt with Renee.”
There was a knock on the door and Victoria stepped inside.
“I—I can’t even explain what happened here with your leases,” she spoke.
“Well, you better start because this is a tremendous problem,” Mason spoke.
“Renee is new and handled things on her own when she shouldn’t have.”
“Okay. So now what?” I asked her.
“Well, one of you will have to vacate the apartment. It’s up to you who goes. I looked over both your leases and they were signed at the same exact time, so it’s no longer a matter of who signed first.”
“You’re kidding me,” Mason spoke.
“I wish I was Mr. Wolfe. I cannot apologize enough for this. I can assure you this will never happen again.”
“Your assurances don’t help us in this situation, Victoria. How the hell can you let two different people sign two leases for the same apartment? I’m calling my brother, Elijah.” He pulled out his phone as I sat there in tears on the couch.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because he and my mother are lawyers and they’ll get this matter cleared up quickly. I have been on that waiting list for six months. Surely that says something.”
“Yeah, well, I signed a lease too!” I stood up in anger.
“We both did. So I’ll call Elijah and we’ll get this sorted out. There isn’t another apartment available?” he asked Victoria.
“No. I wish to god there was, and unfortunately, nobody has plans on moving out anytime soon. I’m so sorry about this. I’ll need your decision by tomorrow. If you both work it out and stay, I will draw up another lease for you with both your names on it for you to sign.
“And what if you were in my shoes?” I snapped at her. “Would you live with a total stranger? You messed this up.” I pointed my finger at her. “And I expect you to fix it! You know what, call your brother, Mason. I think a good lawsuit is in order here.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll talk to you both tomorrow.”
She walked out of the apartment and I let out a scream.
“Seriously, just calm down,” Mason spoke.
“NO! I won’t calm down, and I’m not leaving my apartment!” I shouted as I stood there with my arms folded, staring at him.
“Well, I’m not leaving either.” He brought his phone up to his ear. “Elijah, I have a problem and I need your advice ASAP. No, I’m not being sued for sexual harassment.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s an issue with my lease. Okay. I’ll be there in a few. Make sure you have your lease and let’s go,” he said as he grabbed his key from the counter and headed towards the door.
We both climbed into the back of a cab and I didn’t say a word as I stared out the window. I couldn’t believe this was happening and with him of all people. What were the odds of this happening? One in a trillion? The ride to his brother’s law firm was silent. He didn’t speak a word, and neither did I. We entered the building and took the elevator up to the 37th floor. When we stepped out, a young blonde woman sitting behind a mahogany desk flirtatiously greeted Mason.
“Hey, Mason.” Her teeth grazed her bottom lip.
“Good morning.” He smiled at her as we walked by. “Hey, Marie. Is he in there?”
“Hi, Mason. He said he’ll be right back and to have a seat. Who’s this pretty lady with you?” She grinned.
“Dr. Sara Davis. Sara, this is Elijah’s secretary, Marie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Marie.” I extended my hand.
“Nice to meet you too, Dr.”
“Mason?” Allison walked over. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey, Allison. I’m having some trouble with my new lease and I need Elijah’s help.”
“Let’s go in his office. He’s finishing up with a client. Hi, I’m Allison.” She extended her hand.
“Hi, I’m Sara Davis.”
“As in Dr. Davis, who treated your mother?” She glanced at Mason with a smile.
“Yes. Allison is Nathan’s fiancée,” he spoke to me.
“You’re here,” Elijah spoke as he walked in and stopped dead in his tracks