few words Jonathon could tell was selling a load of shit. He glanced at Harmony, wondering if she was buying it, but she still just had the same blank expression. Vince guided Harmony through the apartment, talking up the wonders of the place, which Jonathon could clearly see were visually untrue. Vince’s salesman’s voice was getting on Jonathon’s nerves so he tuned it out and headed off on his own. As he viewed the apartment, Jonathon couldn’t believe that they were trying to give this dump to Harmony.
Her old place had been small but a hundred per cent better than this one. The building she had lived in had been older but it had been much better than where they were now, even though—from what he could tell—this was a newer building. Even if the neighbourhood was bad, Jonathon would have accepted her moving here had the place been nice. Even if he had hated it, he would have supported her, but bad neighbourhood and such atrocious living conditions? No way, no how. He retraced his steps to find Harmony and Vince, whom he was beginning to think of as a weasel. They were back in the living room by the counter that separated the area from the kitchen.
“Just sign this indemnity for us against the loss of your things in the fire at your old place and this new place is all yours,” Vince was saying.
Jonathon strode over to them and pulled the paper from under his finger.
“Hey, wha—?”
“Shut up,” he stated calmly and read the paper.
Vince sounded furious when he spoke a few moments later. “I don’t know who this guy is, but take this or nothing, Harmony. And if you don’t accept this replacement place you will be in violation of your lease. We will take you to court for it. Our lawyers—”
“Are idiots and so are you.” Jonathon lifted his head.
Vince glared at him then moved around Harmony, getting in Jonathon’s face. “Who the hell are you?”
“Jonathon Wright,” he stated.
In the flicker of fear in Vince’s eye, he could see he recognised his name. That was good and Jonathon would use it to his advantage. Jonathon folded the paper and put it in his pocket for proof. Vince reached for it.
“Touch me and I’ll have you arrested for assault.” He gave the threat in a silky tone, his promise very clear.
Vince stilled then slid his hands in his pockets as an arrogant expression came over his face. “There is nothing you can do, Mr Wright. Our lawyers have already checked and there is no criminal recourse for the tenants affected by the fire. Harmony had best accept this as most of the tenants of her old apartment building did. Or else.”
The threat only made Jonathon smile. Vince gulped then held his gaze. Jonathon had to give him points for guts. Many had been unable to withstand his look.
“Since I know you’re the lackey sent to do the dirty work that the building owner wouldn’t do so he could claim plausible deniability, I’m going to give you all one chance. Both you and I know that he knows all about the pressure you’re putting on these hard-working folks who have lost everything.” Jonathon paused, letting his contempt show. “This little piece of paper means nothing once I line up all those tenants you harassed into signing—”
Vince interrupted. “I didn’t—”
Jonathon put up his hand, stilling him. “Shut up. I’m not done.” He continued as if Vince hadn’t interrupted and he hadn’t answered him, “—in order to get a new place to live. There’s a lot I can do and will. I’m going to get in touch with each and every one of those tenants. Even those you haven’t strong-armed yet. Then we will meet you and your boss in court.” Jonathon turned to Harmony who had been silent during their exchange.
He put his hand on her waist and started to escort her out.
“You can’t do that. There are no criminal charges you can file. And this isn’t some corporation or negotiation. I know who you are, Mr Wright, and there is nothing for you to gain
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