Fired!
I see Olivia, my landlady, sitting on my bed and staring at me with an angry look. She is dressed in a black cardigan, a white inner shirt, and a knee-length corduroy skirt. "Now that you're awake, I'm here to tell you that you have to leave... find another apartment!"
"What?" I ask in confusion. "What happened?"
"Don't give me that nonsense, John." She says, heading for the door. "You fucked my daughter! I'm running an apartment, not a whorehouse! You pig!" I stare at her, stunned. "Be out in an hour," she adds, slamming the door.
With no options left, I slowly pack my things, not caring to get dressed. I manage to dump my clothes into one bag and proceed to pull out the boxes I had stored for an occasion like this. As I disconnect my desktop, I hear a light knock on the door.
I check my watch. It's not yet an hour. Who could be knocking?
Who is it?
"What?" I ask in confusion. "What happened?"
"Don't give me that nonsense, John." She says, heading for the door. "You fucked my daughter! I'm running an apartment, not a whorehouse! You pig!" I stare at her, stunned. "Be out in an hour," she adds, slamming the door.
With no options left, I slowly pack my things, not caring to get dressed. I manage to dump my clothes into one bag and proceed to pull out the boxes I had stored for an occasion like this. As I disconnect my desktop, I hear a light knock on the door.
I check my watch. It's not yet an hour. Who could be knocking?
Who is it?