The night I met Drew Jagger, he39;d just broken into my new Park Avenue office.
I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.
He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.
Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.
Only, turned out, he wasn39;t an intruder at all.
Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He39;d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.
Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn39;t really available for rent.
I was swindled out of ten grand.
The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn39;t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he39;d let me stay until I found a new place.
I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn39;t help giving him a piece of my mind.
I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especia
