Page 17 of Wolf Tormented
“I live on my own property on the mountain.” I rest my arms on the table casually.
“You don’t live in the apartment building that you own?” the heavy one asks.
“No, that is employee housing, but you already knew that.”
What is the point of this? Why are they so interested in housing? It doesn’t make any sense.
The one with the glasses sits forward. “Employee housing? What are the conditions of these apartments?”
Bill cuts in, “You already know all about the conditions of the housing. You have had tours and have been harassing the residents.”
“What? Why?” I snarl.
“We will be asking the questions here, Mr. Everette,” the man with the glasses says.
“I care about my employees. They shouldn’t be harassed in their homes.” I cross my arms over my chest.
That is total bullshit that they think they can trespass on my property and bother the residents there.
The man with the glasses clenches a fist around the pen in his hand. “The reason it is being called into question is because of the price they are charged for rent. Other properties in the same area are charging double that.”
“So? I am within my rights as the owner of the property to charge the rent I see fit.” I stare him down, not giving an inch.
“Are you a slum lord, Mr. Everette?” He writes something down on the pad in front of him.
Bill scoffs. “You know he’s not. You have seen the building. Are you simply here to waste our time?”
“Do you rent apartments to anyone outside of your employees?” Glasses asks.
“No, it’s a perk of working for me and nothing else.” I sit back in my chair.
“You realize that could be seen as housing discrimination, don’t you?”
“Only if I take applications to rent the place, and I do not.” I sit forward, resting my arms on the table, my fists clenched.
I glance at Bill with raised brows.
He clears his throat, stands, and strolls to the conference room doors. “If you have no questions based on your investigation, this meeting is over.”
The men glance between each other and move to leave.
“We’ll be in touch.” Glasses storms from the room with the heavy agent trailing behind him.
The court reporter scurries out of the conference room as well. I huff and scrub a hand over my face.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask.
“A waste of time and a fishing expedition.” Bill flops in his chair.
“What do we do now?” I tilt my head back.
“That wasn’t a normal line of questioning. You need to make sure the pack is extremely careful. They know something, and they are just trying to prove it.”
“I don’t know how we could be more careful, but you’re right. Our very way of life depends on them not proving their theories.”
How the hell can I keep my pack safe from the humans and make sure we don’t all starve to death?
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