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“Hi, Gramps,” she said, which sounded strange to her own ears, so she repeated the greeting.
“Hey, pumpkin.” Fred Reid's deep and fluffy voice wrapped her in a cocoon of love and understanding. But the underlying strain in his tone had her heart thumping painfully in her chest.
“Is it... gran?” she asked, her body seizing up.
“No, no, pumpkin. Gran is good. But—”
“But what?”
“I don't like to bother you with such things.”
“Just tell me what's wrong, gramps. I can fix it.” Dread formed a thick layer under her skin. She didn’t want her grandfather to tell her they were being kicked out of their apartment already. Not now. She needed more time.
“We got an official eviction notice today from a company called Infinity Construction. They're taking Everry Place down in sixty days, pumpkin, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
No. No. No.
How could this be happening now? She had sworn she would take down the greedy investors before they got to Everry Place, but she had failed.
Her grandparents had lived in that block of apartments almost their entire married lives—more than fifty years already. The majority of the other residents were also elderly and had lived there for about the same amount of time.
When her gran started to display characteristics of Alzheimer's and stopped being communicative, her grandfather thought it would be easier if they both were moved into a facility where she could be afforded proper help, all hours of the day and night.
But her gran didn't cope well at all with being taken away. After a week of refusing to eat and asking to be taken home, both Kensley and her grandfather vowed that she would never be removed from their apartment in Everry Place.
Nothing brought her gran more peace than her sitting in her little rooftop garden, overlooking the river, and just content to be around her own familiar things. Demolishing Everry Place would destroy her gran completely. She couldn't let that happen.
It wasn’t going to happen.
She now had the name of the construction company. Infinity Construction. And they had no idea who they were messing with. She intended to make their lives a living misery-fest. She was going to start a revolution against them, and everyone was going to know they were evicting the elderly and the sick from a place that kept alive an abundance of memories.
“Gramps, I can stop this from happening. I have the company name now. I don't want you to worry about it, okay? I’ll do whatever it takes, I promise.”
She was going to fight them with everything she had in her.
“What’s going on?” Marcy asked with great concern.
“They started with evictions, but I now have the name of the company involved,” she said as she pulled out her laptop. She searched for Infinity Construction only to find their site was down for maintenance, but she quickly grabbed a phone number and dialed the number immediately. It was still during office hours because she had left work early.
Oh, god, she had skipped work. Who was she now?
She barely listened to the woman on the other side recite her standard greeting.
“Hello. I wonder if you could help me. I’m trying to find the name of your CEO, but your site is down.”
“That’s because we’re under new management now and our site needs to be updated. We’ve been bought out by McLeod Enterprises.”
“What? Did you say, McLeod? As in Hunter McLeod?”
“That’s right.”
“Thank you,” Kensley said, the phone slipping from her hand.
Marcy stared at her, open-mouthed.
“The company that wants to tear down Everry Place is a subsidiary of McLeod Enterprises, owned by Hunter McLeod,” Kensley said unnecessarily because Marcy had heard every word of the conversation since she had the call on speaker.
Holy crapballs.
