Landlord

It's your annoying landlord. Probably has something else to try and complain about. Last time, she complained about how you were too loud on a Friday night and that your neighbor complained. You let her talk, knowing that your neighbor is was actually at the party you threw. You answer the phone, but brace for what complaint she dreamed up this time.

"Hello Keri? It's Lisa, your landlord." As if you didn't know that already. "I was calling because there is something we need to talk about. Could you come in to the office?"

"Sure, what is this about?"

"Oh nothing, but we need to go over a few things and I'd like to go over this in person in stead of over the phone."

Oh great, what crap is it this time. "Fine. When do you want me to come in?"

"Whenever you're free."

"How about now? I just got home for the day."

"Sure, I'll meet you here. Bye." The phone disconnects before you can say anything. You put it away and look for your shoes. You look, but they don't seem to be where you keep them. Annoyed, you slip on your heels, grab your keys and lock up. It takes a few minutes to get there, but you soon open the office door, wondering what this could be about.

"I'm in here Keri," says a voice from the office in the back.

You walk through the lobby to office and walk in the door. With a hand gesture from Lisa, you take a seat.

"Wow, you're a bit dressed up. It looks nice." It sounds odd to hear something nice from her.

"Well, you did catch me right as I got home from work. So what's up?"