Slumlord
Rent’s due. Time to shake down the scum...
You lean against the counter, watching the steam rise from your freshly-made drink as you wonder idly what Jessica and her friends will decide. It's a tempting offer, but it also comes with its share of risks...and with Jessica being so unpredictable, there's no telling which way she'll go.
As you sip your drink, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought that you might have pushed her too far this time.
The guilt passes quickly. I remember a time in my life where I did sexual favors with some pretty disgusting people for money. That was a lifetime ago. But, that's life. Sometimes you do things to get by you never envisioned for yourself.
As the day wears on, you find yourself checking your phone constantly, waiting impatiently for Jessica or one of her friends to call and give you their decision. You know that time is running out; if they don't decide soon, it may be too late to make any sort of plan.
You pace the length of your apartment, unable to sit still or focus on anything else. The silence begins to grate on your nerves, and you find yourself wishing for some sort of distraction...
As you continue making your rounds, you start to notice that things aren't going as smoothly as they normally do. Units like 7-10 are empty, the locks broken off and doors hanging open. You make a mental note to get those rekeyed soon. You're almost done when you come across Unit 12, a small apartment shared by two people - a young couple named Jake and Emily.
I enter units 7,8,9,10 to check if anyone's hiding in them like kids doing drugs or something or some parents leaving kids behind in them
Units 7 and 8 are both empty, the doors hanging open with no signs of forced entry. The rooms inside are in shambles, trash scattered everywhere, furniture overturned, and floors littered with dirty laundry and stained sheets.
In unit 9, there's a makeshift bed set up against one wall, covered in blankets and clothes. It looks like someone's been living here for weeks, maybe even months. There's food scattered around the room, cans and bottles stacked haphazardly on shelves.
Angie exhales slowly, relief washing over her as she hands over the remaining fifty dollars. "Thank you, Martin," she says gratefully. "I promise I'll make it up to you next month." She forces a weak smile, hoping that this will be enough to appease you for now.
As you take the money and turn to leave, she closes the door behind you, leaning back against it with a sigh of relief... for now.
i return to the ground floor where annie from apartment 1 is waiting for me
As Martin descends the stairs, Annie shrinks back into her doorway, her eyes darting nervously between you and the rest of the hallway. She knows that she can't avoid this conversation forever; sooner or later, you'll come for her. But until then, she tries to find any small bit of comfort in her miserable life.