Chapter 2: The Move in Disaster 2
"Your new apartment?" I spat. "You must be delusional."
"Delusional?" the woman repeated, cocking her head to the side. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm just clever enough to outsmart an arrogant little brat like you."
"You're not outsmarting anyone," I said through gritted teeth. "You're just a con artist who's trying to scam her way into my apartment."
The woman laughed, rolling her eyes. "A con artist? That's rich, coming from someone who thinks he's king of the world."
She took a step forward, looking me straight in the eye.
"You don't know me, and you don't know what I'm capable of," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "So if I were you, I'd watch my mouth before you end up on the wrong side of this little…situation."
I swallowed hard, my confidence wavering for a moment. This woman was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
"We'll see who ends up on the wrong side," I said, regaining my composure.
The woman smirked at me, as if she knew something I didn't. "Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough."
With that, she turned back to her unpacking, humming to herself as if nothing had happened.
I stood there, watching her move about the small apartment, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought to myself, as I waited for my grandfather to arrive and sort out this mess.
The minutes ticked by slowly, and the tension in the room seemed to thicken with every passing second.
"So," the woman said suddenly, breaking the silence. "What do you do for a living, Mr. Bossy Pants?"
I stiffened, not wanting to give her any more information than I had to.
"None of your business," I replied tersely.
"Ooh, touchy subject," the woman teased, grinning mischievously. "Maybe you're unemployed."
"Unemployed?" I repeated, my voice rising in anger. "Do I look like I'm unemployed?"
The woman shrugged. "I don't know, you haven't given me much to go on. Maybe you're one of those trust fund babies who spends his days lounging around and living off his inheritance."
I scowled at her, feeling a surge of indignation. "I work hard for my money," I said. "Unlike some people."
The woman arched an eyebrow at me, her expression mocking.
"Touchy, touchy," she said, holding her hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. "I'm just making conversation, Mr. CEO."
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to rise to the bait.
"Don't call me that," I snapped. "I'm not a CEO."The woman cocked her head to the side, her expression curious.
"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "If you're not a CEO, then what are you?"
"None of your business," I repeated, my patience wearing thin. "Now why don't you go unpack somewhere else?"
The woman laughed at my frustration.
"Touchy, touchy," she repeated.
"You know," the woman said, "if you keep getting so worked up over everything, you're going to have a heart attack before you're 40."
I stared at her, incredulous.
"Who asked for your opinion?" I snapped.
"Nobody," the woman shrugged, still grinning. "But it's pretty clear you've got some anger issues you need to work on."
I glared at her, seething with rage.
"You know what? I've had enough of your crap," I said. "Either get out of my apartment right now, or I'm calling the police."
The woman's smile faded, but she didn't budge from her spot.
"Call the police then," she said, her voice quiet but fierce. "I'm not going anywhere."
I gritted my teeth, my heart pounding with anger.
As the woman continued to stare me down, I pulled out my phone and dialed the police.
"Hello? Yes, I need assistance," I said, trying to sound calm and collected. "There's a woman trespassing in my apartment, and she's refusing to leave."
The woman rolled her eyes, but remained silent as I spoke with the police.
"Thank you," I said, hanging up the phone. "They're sending an officer over right now."
The woman scoffed, clearly unimpressed.
"So what?" she said, crossing her arms defiantly. "I have a contract that proves I belong here. The police will see that I'm telling the truth."
I clenched my teeth, knowing that she was probably right. But I wasn't going to back down without a fight.
"Well, we'll see who the police believe," I said, glaring at her.
*******
A few minutes passed in tense silence, both of us refusing to budge from our positions. Then, we heard a knock at the door.
"Police!" a voice called out. "Is everything alright in there?"
I felt a surge of relief, knowing that help had finally arrived.
"Yes, Officer," I said as I opened the door. "There's a woman in my apartment who refuses to leave."
The officer glanced past me to where the woman was standing.
"Hello, Officer," the woman said calmly, stepping forward. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, but there's been some kind of mix-up."
The officer raised an eyebrow, turning back to me.
"Can you explain the situation, sir?" he asked, his voice stern.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as I recounted the story.
"This woman broke into my apartment and started unpacking her things, claiming she had a lease," I said, gesturing towards her.
"That's not true," the woman interjected. "I have a valid lease agreement for this apartment, signed by the owner."
The officer looked back and forth between us, clearly unsure of what to believe.
"Do either of you have proof of ownership?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," the woman said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a piece of paper. "Here's my lease."
I frowned, knowing that I had no such documentation.
The officer studied the lease carefully, his expression unreadable.
"This lease does seem to be valid," he said after a moment. "Do you have any proof to counter it, sir?"
I shook my head, feeling my stomach sink.
"I don't have the paperwork with me," I admitted. "But my grandfather is the owner of the building. He can confirm that I was supposed to be the only tenant."
The officer nodded, glancing back at the woman.
"Well, I can't make any decisions without more information," the officer said, seeming to choose his words carefully. "I think the best course of action is for both of you to come down to the station and give your statements."
I sighed, realizing that this was my only option.
"Alright," I said, feeling defeated. "We'll come with you."
The woman nodded in agreement, and the three of us left the apartment together.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone