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“Good,” I say as we step out of the unit. I lock the door and we head back to the elevators. When the doors open on the ground floor, we walk back to the leasing office. I look in thefuture tenantparking and notice that he’s driving a black Genesis GV80, and it’s fire, especially with the custom wheels. I’ve always liked those cars, but with my salary, I can’t afford one. Axel must have a good job. Maybe that’s why he relocated here. For work, perhaps. I’m not trying to be all in his business, though, so I don’t bother asking.

I unlock the door to the leasing office and we step inside. I immediately return to my desk where I unlock the top drawer to retrieve his ID.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it, but we also have an exercise room in here. I can show you if you have time.”

“Sure.”

“Okay. This way.”

I walk past my desk and unlock the gym door. “It has all the basics – weightlifting, two treadmills, exercise bikes and you can watch TV while you do your workouts if you choose.”

“That’s cool.”

When we leave the gym, I take him to another room and say, “And this is the clubhouse. If you wanted to have a party or a book club meeting—”

“Book club meeting?” he questioned with a raised brow.

She grins. “Men read, don’t they?”

“I don’t know of any that do.”

“Well, whatever activity you’re into, you can reserve this room. One tenant reserved it for his fantasy football draft. I had one woman reserve it for an anniversary party. I reserve it once a month for activities I plan for the tenants.”

“What activities?”

“General stuff. I just pick something. For example, I’ve done a create your own charcuterie board night, we’ve played bingo, we’ve painted, and—”

“And the residents sign up for this?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a full house every time. They love it.”

Walking back toward my desk, I ask, “Do you have any questions about anything?”

“Nope. You’ve covered everything pretty well.”

Handing him his license, I say, “Thank you so much for stopping by. If you would like an application, you can take it with you, fill it out, and drop it off, but just so you know, there is a fifty-dollar application fee upon return.”

“Understood.”

“Would you like one?”

“You know what? I think I will fill out an application, but not for an apartment.”

“Huh?”

“I’m actually more interested in working on the maintenance side of things.”

I quirk up a brow. I know I didn’t hear him correctly. Couldn’t have. I say, “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why did you have me show you an apartment?”

“I wanted to see what they looked like so I could get an overall feel for what I’m working with.”

What I’m working with…

I narrow my eyes at the man. Yes, I’m skeptical about him now, and he needs to know that. Why come up here in the rain to tour an apartment that you’renotinterested in leasing, only to wind up telling me you want to be a maintenance man? And how the heck did he know I needed a maintenance man? Now, my radar is up.

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