Owned by three billionaires

The contract

"Two days?" My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I stare at Mr. Peterson, my landlord, whose weathered face looks more tired than angry."Two days, Ashley," he repeats firmly. "Two years of unpaid rent. I've been patient, but the bank's breathing down my neck."My hands start to shake. The small, dusty apartment around me suddenly feels like it's closing in. At twenty-four, I've known hardship my entire life. Being an orphan meant learning to survive on my own, but this—this feels like rock bottom."Where will I go?" The words slip out before I can stop them. My entire life flashed in an instant from my parents I lost five years ago , who left me with nothing but a faded photograph and a locket.Mr. Peterson's expression softens slightly. We both know I have nowhere to turn. No family, just me and my only shelter."Please give me more time," I begged but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He drops the eviction notice on my coffee table. The paper looks official, with bold letters and sc...