Calista
Mr. Halpert arched an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against the clipboard. "The market's changing, Miss Sinclair. Costs are rising everywhere," he stated, his tone clipped with a weary authority.
"But a 25% increase?" I asked, my heart sinking with nerves. "That's more than I can afford on my current salary. I've been a reliable tenant for years. Isn't there any way we can negotiate?" I lied.
He sighed heavily, his brow furrowing but I could see in his eyes that he understood me. "That's true. No one has rented this place before, so I appreciate your interest," he admitted gruffly. "I suppose it's suitable for a student like yourself..."
"Thank you, Mr. Halpert," I replied, trying to temper the hope in my voice. "It's just that such a sudden increase is impossible for me to manage on short notice. I'm willing to find a solution, perhaps a smaller increase over time?" I proposed softly, hoping for a favorable response.