POV: Emma
Every apartment manager develops a sixth sense.
Mine usually warned me about leaking pipes, unpaid rent, or Mr. Wilson attempting another invention that would almost certainly violate three safety regulations.
That afternoon, my instincts dragged me toward Apartment 3B.
Not because of smoke.
Not because of shouting.
Because it was... suspiciously quiet.
Silence around Damian Knight felt unnatural.
I climbed the stairs carrying my inspection clipboard and stopped outside his door.
The schedule said every new apartment needed a routine inspection within the first week.
Most tenants tidied up beforehand.
Something told me Damian had spent the morning trying.
I knocked twice.
The door opened almost immediately.
He blinked.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"I thought you were someone else
