You still don't know what transient means but you don't care.

"I don't think so."

The leasing agent's face hardens into a frown as she looks you up and down measuring you up.

"Excuse me?"
"I don't know what a transient is, but I do know who I am. I'm the new owner of this apartment complex, as in... I'm your new boss. I'm Ulysses Martinez."

She looks at you with surprise. You are an unimpressive specimen on the best of days, and you've just spent 15 glorious minutes rutting on your own little sister. You look gross and smell worse.

"I'm sorry, there must have been a mistake, Sir. We got the message that the new owners would likely be visiting today but we didn't hear anything from you so we weren't expecting you. Can we verify your ID please?"

You smirk as you pull out your grimy wallet and hand over your motorcycle license. She takes it gingerly off of your sweaty hands and glances at it, then looks back up at you. You can see the crestfallen look on her face in real time and almost start cackling in glee. You might be able to do this one even without powers if you play your cards right.

"Yep. I own this place now. Pretty cool digs you got here."
".... Yes sir. Welcome to BJ Towers."
"Haha. That's a funny name. I like it. It's funny."
"Yes sir. We do get that a lot."

You lecherously leer at the hot leasing agent. You don't know a lot about clothes but you know enough to be able to tell that everything she's wearing looks pretty expensive. They must get paid pretty well here. She shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.

"I made a joke. It's funny."
"Sir?"
"I made a joke. It's funny, right?"
"Yes... sir? Very much so."
"Then why aren't you laughing?"
"Sir?"

You smirk as you stare down the leasing agent who starts to get alarmed. You are loving this new power dynamic. This is different. These sluts would never give someone like you the time of the day before. But now you have a whole apartment complex. With employees. Hot, female employees. And they can't look down on you if you're the one signing their paycheck. They have to put up with your shit even without the Time stop watch, unlike your little cocksocket sister.

"I made a joke. It's funny. Laugh."
"... I'm sorry sir, what?"
"I said, LAUGH."

You could cut the tension with a knife as the sexy, stacked leasing agent slowly opens her mouth. That's a cute mouth. You're going to enjoy fucking that later.

"... haha.. haha..."
"See? That wasn't that hard. Nice to meet you. My name is Ulysses Martinez. What's yours?"
"It's Alina sir. Alina Lopez."
"That's a pretty name. It'd look even prettier on the floor of my bedroom."
"..."

You're too dumb to realize that what you just said makes no sense whatsoever. But you don't really give a fuck, you're riding the high of the power you (think you) have over this hapless leasing agent, you can feel your cock starting to stiffen in your pants.

"Sir. That is highly inappropriate and unprofessional. I must ask you to never do that again."
"I don't give a fuck, leasing lady."
"Alina, sir."
"I just told you what I think of your opinion. I do have a question I want answered though, what is transient again?"
"I'm sorry. I think this conversation is over."

Alina turns away from you, but that's something you're pretty used to at this point in your life, being the disgusting waste of human shaped trash that you are.

"I don't think it is. Hold on, lemme google this real quick. Transient... uh... no... that means see-through. I typed it wrong. Oh right... okay... I don't get what this means, but oooh yes. You just called me homeless, didn't you?"

"Excuse me?"
"It says so right here. It's fancy pants hoity toity way of saying you think I'm a hobo."

You smirk at Alina and drag your gaze up and down her lithe form, undressing her with your eyes and making sure she knows it.

"Treat your new boss like a bum on the first day. Good job, leasing lady. You got a boss around here or do I need to fire you myself?"