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Reviewing in detail the 60-day notice, Roxi realized it was not signed by but for the landlords by a Steve G.D. Zilla. Having Siri looking up his office address, she realized that yes, a Steve Zilla office was uptown, on the corner below the Automobile Association's office. While Siri was giving Roxi driving directions, she got there in half the time as it normally would take. She may have run a red light, overlooked a stop sign, and stayed above the speed limit; nothing mattered, she needed to get her hands on this Steve Zilla guy, to get it all straightened out. Roxi knew it was all wrong. As Siri announced: "We have arrived at the destination," she saw the sign: Steve G.D. Zilla, Property Management. The building was not looking like much on the outside, yet behind the double-doors, on the inside, Steve’s property management company was rather ritzy. She barely noticed the all darkwood paneled walls, two ceiling fans with matching wooden blades slowly rotating, inbetween a a large venecian glass chandelier, one just couldn’t overlook. Roxi counted three tables with Windsor style chairs in the now empty waiting area. In front of her, a bar-like raised counter and a young woman on a tall wooden chair, in style matching the Windsor pattern. Behind what Steve’s secretary, two large hand-carved doors, with no names or signs, leading somewhere beyond into the company’s private hidden spaces and offices. Roxi presented the 60-day notice, holding it up in front of the woman’s eyes, who was ignoring the obviously upset Roxi. The young woman was busy with an important sweetheart conversation. After all, she did say “I love you!” at least a dozen times into the phone.

Finally hanging up with a smile on her face, and sparkling eyes, she asked Roxi, “How may I help you?”

Roxi’s “What’s this about?” lead to the young woman taking the paper from Roxi’s hand and reading it to her, “60-day notice…, ...that says that you need to vacate the premises where you live within 60 days.”

She added, “When you are ready, please give us a call so we can do the pre-moving-out inspection, and such is a free service we offer.” With a stern face, she handed the 60-day notice back to Roxi, who stunned, was shaking her head. And before she could say anything else, the receptionist in a semi-friendly inquiring tone asked the clarifying question, “Can’t you read?”

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