BANG! BANG! BANG!
My distress must have summoned some angry slow neighbors with raging arthritis, why is it that when I make a racket they come zooming straight to me but when it's about taxes and paying for rent, they suddenly get deaf in the ear.
Fuckin' old people and their perks, how's a guy gonna make a living when my tenants won't even pay me.
Yes, I own a condo so what!
I inherited it when my father passed away, he was a businessman tycoon that got millions of pesos for each sold apartment/condo unit so when he died, he actually left at least 20% of his profits and his own personal condo in my care.
My dad's selfish greedy assed employees complained and tried to sue me out of my inheritance just to get as much as they can, but still my luck triumphed over all when the judge even deemed the case as null and void, as a bonus I got 5% more out of their share since the judge was an old friend of dad.
I'm living the good life with a few zits here and there to taint it, of course there's that one person I'd call a friggin' boil on my face that'd never be removed.
On my doorstep was a friend that bears grave news, his name is 'Chet', he's someone that updates me on anomalies within my neighborhood or in business.
He wore a frightened look, heaving breaths here and there as if he ran a marathon, his usual kept and waxed hair was now left in a bed hair mess or a hotmess as the ladies call him, the suit wasn't even buttoned properly and that was an anomaly itself.
"What's wrong Chet? I rarely see you in a fashion rut! Is this about a cliche farmgirl-richboy love story scenario? Are you in one? Should I give you tips? I have a lot of romance/smut novels lying under my bed if you want?"
His face contorted into a snarl from my skeevy questions "No! it's not anything about that, I don't need those trash novels of yours, they're all low-class material anyway and at least listen to me first before jumping to conclusions!"
I gasped in disgust "You dare insult me and call my material low-class!"
Chet's face turned impatient " SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!"
"...."
"OK. So let me just summarize this within four simple words just so your hyperactive brain could sink this in"
I got really serious " Sure, go on"
"... The Ex is here"
My brain was still processing what he just said, FUCK he called that simple!
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Color washed out of my face as I finally understood the ramblings of the human peacock
Chet then clamped his hands on my shoulders to get as much attention as he could muster from me
"If you're still listening in that little brain of yours, you should know that she followed me all the way from my house, I first saw her from my window in the middle of the night then when I glanced back she was gone, so I thought to go straight to you and warn you"
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snapping out of my current state, I noticed I only sensed great danger when he got here, I thought it was a joke but ...
"You IDIOT you just led her straight to me! I'm doomed!"
BANG!
someone just dropkicked Chet from beyond the corridor, I could see steam hissing from his head and a totally asian hot black haired girl rocketing off him doing a few backflips and a perfect landing
"Hello, Leoth. Do you still remember the our promise?" her eyes were shooting death glares at Chet for trying to warn me and ward her off.
a name was the only thing that escaped my lips before she knocked me out.
"... Kumi"
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