"Are you sure about this, Alex?" His mother, Sarah, sat on the edge of her hospital bed, frail but determined. "The apartment-""Is no longer an issue." Alex helped her with her shoes. "Everything's taken care of.""But Mr. Peterson-""Won't be a problem anymore."The door opened, and Eleanor entered with a wheelchair. "The car's waiting.""Mrs. Conway," Mr. Peterson's voice boomed from the hallway. "I believe we have unfinished business."Alex stepped into the doorway, blocking his view. "Not now.""Three months of unpaid rent-""Which was used for my mother's treatment," Alex's voice was dangerously calm. "Treatment she needed because your building's faulty wiring caused the fire.""That's speculation-""No, that's fact." Alex pulled out his phone. "Just like the fact that your building failed its last six safety inspections. Would you like to see the reports?"Peterson's face reddened. "You can't prove-""Actually, I can. Along with the bribes you paid to keep it quiet." Alex smile
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