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In my office, I made a call to Elisa's apartment. I called the office number so it'd go directly to the landlord.
"WHAT?" a man barked on the other line.
Wow, what great customer service. I chuckled softly. "Am I speaking to the building manager?" I asked.
"I am the owner. What can I do for you?" the man said gruffly.
"I would like to pay the rent for one of your apartments. The one Elisa Campbell resides in," I said.
"Is that so? And who are you supposed to be? Her boyfriend?" the man sounded suspicious.
"What does it matter? I'm giving you money, so just take it," I said irritably.
"Well, she is two months behind on her rent," the man declared.
"I am going to take care of all that and the next month's rent too. Is that a problem?" I asked sternly. I was starting to get bo
