My sex condo headcanon is that Yuna absolutely knows that that exists. She’s well aware of Mr. Real Estate and would absolutely know what is going on in the books.
But Shane can’t just charge the business downstairs more rent to make up for the fact the units sit empty and emptier. Yuna will have questions. Yuna will find tenants.
Shane opens two bank accounts at two different banks and draws up lease agreements— one lessee is Jane and one is Lily and Shane can’t just have his phone number as their point of contact so in one panic induced spiral, he uses Ilya’s and he also buys his own burner phone. Why didn’t he buy two burners? He doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter. He’ll pay the rent of both units and his mom will be none the wiser that Shane is paying two rental payments to himself to keep the books clean and Yuna happy.
Which really works. It’s just like a savings account. It’s fine.
It was fine… until the playoffs the year the Voyagers win their first Cup….
Because the rent is late and Yuna can’t have the stress of irresponsible tenants distract Shane from playoffs.
So she dials the number, and yeah, she’s a little confused why a girl living in Montreal would have a US phone number but, really, in the grand scheme of things, Vermont is not that far away.
“Rozanov.” Is the only thing said over the line when the call connects.
Yuna has to pull the phone away from her face, staring at the unsaved, unknown, United States phone number in confusion and distress.
“Hello?” Comes over the line, far away from Yuna’s ears as adrenaline and confusion zip through her body like a live wire. “Is this joke? Very rude to call and not say anything.”
Yuna shakes herself, closes her eyes and takes a deep, grounding breath. “Hello, this is Yuna. Hollander. Yuna Hollander… I’m calling about the rent due at…”
After all, it’s none of her business if Shane wants to rent out a unit to his work rival to have a crash pad in Montreal.
As long as he pays the fucking rent on time.
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