Part 1Kicking Out the Landlord?

Fresh out of college, I decided to move in with three of my roommates.

The apartment was mine, right in the heart of the city and a short walk from my office-a world away from the dump they'd been sharing out in the suburbs.

For three months, everything was perfect. Harmonious, even.

Then one day, I came home early from work and found them-Madison, Brittany, and Jessica-huddled in the living room, voices low.

"I looked it up," Madison was saying, her tone hushed but eager. "A place this size in this neighborhood goes for at least ten thousand a month. We're only paying four, right? What if we sublet the master bedroom? We could pocket an extra four thousand."

"Let's do it," Brittany cut in, her voice sharp. "Why should Chloe get that whole room to herself?"

"I've always hated her superior act," Jessica added with a sneer. "Just thinking about her ending up on the street is already satisfying."

Listening to their plan, a slow smile touched my lips.

They wanted to see me homeless?

Funny, since I was the landlord.