Listening to the busy tone on the phone, my head went blank. In all my thirty years, I had never met anyone this ridiculous.
I opened the PDF report she sent, Residential Environmental Safety Hazards and Tenant Health Risk Assessment Report.
Good grief. If someone didn’t know better, they’d probably think it came straight from a national research institute.
The contents of the report left me completely speechless.
[Risk No. 1: The bedroom floor has a small tilt of 0.01 degrees, which could cause spinal problems during sleep.]
[Risk No. 2: The indoor air’s PM2.5 concentration is 15. It meets national standards but is still higher than in the Swiss Alps, so a new ventilation system is recommended.]
[Risk No. 3: The Wi-Fi router’s radiation level at night goes over the safe limit for pregnant women and babies by 0.001%, which may affect sleep and brain health.]
Each point came with detailed data charts from measuring devices and included quotes from research papers, both local and foreign, as supporting evidence.
I let out a long breath and called my property manager.
“Manager Moore, have you met the new tenant in my apartment?”
Miles Moore’s voice was hard to describe.