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AmberStacks of files stare up from my desk, but I can’t concentrate. Pulling on a strand of my hair, I dial the number for the property manager of my apartment. Maybe I’m being a b***h, but I really think I should follow up on the guys.
“This is Cherise.”
“Hi Cherise, Amber Drake calling. I’m in apartment 4F?”
“Of course. Hi, Amber.”
“Listen, I’m wondering about the guys in 4G. What’s the scoop?”
A pause. “I’m sorry?”
“I met the guys in 4G. They looked really rough. I’m a little nervous about having them as neighbors. Have you had any complaints about them or anything?”
Cherise barks a laugh. “No, I can’t say that we have.”
“So, they’re not partiers or anything? No loud noises or too many motorcycles out front?”
“Do you have a specific complaint?” Cherise’s voice turns cold.
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