“You should be aware that there’s a certain procedure one follows in this kind of matter.”

He lifted one black brow. “You own the building, yes?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then it’s your responsibility.”

She stiffened. “I’m perfectly aware of my responsibilities, Mr. Stanislaski. And now…”

He rose as she did, and didn’t budge an inch. “Your grandfather made promises. To honor him, you must keep them.”

“What I must do,” she said in a frigid voice, “is run my business.” And she was trying desperately to learn how. “You may tell the other tenants that Hayward is at the point of hiring a contractor as we’re quite aware that many of our properties are in need of repair or renovation. The apartments in Soho will be dealt with in turn.”

His expression didn’t change at the dismissal, nor did the tone of his voice or the spread-legged, feet-planted stance. “We’re tired of waiting for our turn. We want what was promised to us, now.”

“If you’ll send me a list of your demands—”

“We have.”

She set her teeth. “Then I’ll look over the files this evening.”

“Files aren’t people. You take the rent money every month, but you don’t think of the people.” He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. Sydney caught a wisp of sawdust and sweat that was uncomfortably appealing. “Have you seen the building, or the people who live in it?”

“I have reports,” she began.

“Reports.” He swore—it wasn’t in a language she understood, but she was certain it was an oath. “You have your accountants and your lawyers, and you sit up here in your pretty office and look through papers.” With one quick slash of the hand, he dismissed her office and herself. “But you know nothing. It’s not you who’s cold when the heat doesn’t work, or who must climb five flights of stairs when the elevator is broken. You don’t worry that the water won’t get hot or that the wiring is too old to be safe.”

No one spoke to her that way. No one. Her own temper was making her heart beat too fast. It made her forget that she was facing a very dangerous man. “You’re wrong. I’m very concerned about all of those things. And I intend to correct them as soon as possible.”

His eyes flashed and narrowed, like a sword raised and turned on its edge. “This is a promise we’ve heard before.”

“Now, it’s my promise, and you haven’t had that before.”

“And we’re supposed to trust you. You, who are too lazy or too afraid to even go see what she owns.”