I was in the middle of a work call when my apartment door started opening.
Not a knock. Not a warning. Just the scrape of a key and the door pushing inward.
By the time I got up, a painter was already halfway inside with a paint can and drop cloth.
Nobody had told me he was coming.
I said I was on a live call. He barely looked at me and set his stuff near the doorway.
It wasn’t just bad timing.
It felt like my apartment became their work site the second they wanted access.
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