The Meridian Tower had been marketed as luxury living in the heart of downtown—forty-three floors of gleaming glass and steel, with penthouses that commanded six-figure down payments and monthly rents that would make most people weep.
Sarah Chen had been thrilled to secure her one-bedroom on the fifteenth floor, even if it meant eating ramen for the foreseeable future.
The first sign something was wrong came in the third week.
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