facts are already doing the work.
I submitted it Tuesday evening.
Then I set my alarm.
The next morning, I sat on my balcony before seven.
Coffee.
Warm coat.
Phone beside me.
At 7:06, I heard Daniel’s balcony door open.
I stayed still.
At 7:07, the tea bag fell.
I picked up my phone.
Twelve seconds of video.
The tea bag on my balcony.
The balcony above.
The date and time.
Clear.
Simple.
Undeniable.
I uploaded it immediately.
What followed was almost disappointingly undramatic.
The management company acknowledged my complaint.
They issued a reference number.
Several days later, Daniel received a formal notice reminding him of the lease terms.
Then the tea bags stopped.
One morning.
Then another.
Then another.
I sat outside with my coffee and enjoyed fifteen uninterrupted minutes of absolutely nothing happening.
It was wonderful.
Two weeks later, I found a handwritten note in my
