The Nine Dollar Tenant
Language: en
It was midnight when a text from my coworker, Jenna, lit up my phone. “Hey, I know the spare bedroom in your apartment is empty. Any chance I could rent it?” I fought back a wave of sleep to type a one-word reply. “No.” I figured that would be the end of it. But my phone immediately started buzzing again. A stream of texts. “I can pay $9.99 a month. How does that sound?” “I mean, it’s just sitting empty. This way, you could at least make a little something to cover utilities. It’s a win-win.” I switched my phone to silent, done with her. But a moment later, the screen lit up with…