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.
