“Vanessa is under a lot of pressure at work,” Ethan said, his words coming in a quick, defensive burst of professional jargon. “The logistics market is highly volatile right now, and my team is restructuring. We have to optimize our cash flow.”
“I understand,” I said.
“It is just standard risk management,” he said, still not looking at me. “If you just agree to her terms, it keeps the peace. You know how she gets when the budget is tight.”
He scrubbed a spot on the plate with unnecessary force, sending soapy water splashing against the tile backsplash.
“Do you think two thousand dollars is standard for a guest room, Ethan?” I asked.
“It is about market rate for the area,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “We have to look at the opportunity cost of that space. She could rent it to a college student.”
He finally turned to face me, but his eyes darted toward the hallway before settling on my chin.
“Just sign the agreement when she gives it to you, Dad,” he said. “Please. It makes things easier for everyone.”
