Simon sneered, he stood up and walked to the wall. There was a notice sticking at a secret corner. The woman tried to hide it with her large torso, but Simon had already found it and pushed her to the side. He found a number.
‘That must be the number of the landlord. Forget it, I should talk to the landlord directly.’ Simon took his phone and dialed up the number.
The woman was scared stiff, and Simon said: ’Hello, is this Mr. Sanford? Yes, I am calling to ask if I can rent your property.’
‘Hi sir. Which one are you referring to?’
‘The coffee house, down at the 12th avenue.’
‘Well sir, I have already signed a lease with the tenant…’
‘Whatever the rent is, I am going to double it, plus the penalty’
‘… Where are you at now, sir?’
‘Right at the coffee house, sir.’
‘I will be there
