His Greed, Her Unwavering Resolve

I was finally moving on, closing a chapter on five years in an apartment with a view that made you feel on top of the world.

My cleaner, Mr. Henderson, a man I' d always treated more than fairly, was the only loose end left to tie up.

But when I told him I was leaving, expecting understanding, he demanded his "retirement" from me, then a monthly allowance, and finally, my entire apartment.

The audacity was breathtaking; he, a contract cleaner, thought he was entitled to my property.

I fired him on the spot, but his malevolent glare on the way out promised this was far from over.