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Jocelyn's POV
Swallowing, I blink at him. I don't even remember his name but I remember his face. He was the one talking with Julian this morning as I left Leela's mansion.
"Incase I didn't introduce myself properly last night, my name is Jamal Leicester," he sticks out his hand for a handshake but I ignore him.
He's the owner of this building?
No way. I still don't believe it.
I mean, is this a coincidence or is the universe against me? Because I don't even understand how all this has been happening to me in just a matter of a few days. What's more annoying is that they are all interconnected.
He's looking at me with a sinister smile and his eyes hold nothing but evil. I know he's happy that he has finally caught me where it will inconvenience me. But how did he know I lived here?
He stands to his feet and stops a few meters away from me. Then his hands slip into his pocket. "I know you're wondering how I located you,"
"Yes, I am," I reply in a firm voice even if I am experiencing a deeper turmoil inside of me. My thoughts are haywire as I think of how I am going to figure this whole thing out.
"Well, you can't trust us too well enough. An eye or two on you and a few clicks on the mouse and boom!" He demonstrates the action of a bomb with his hand. "We found out that you live in my apartment building."
"You know this is absolutely wrong? Because I and your friend have a bad history doesn't give you the right to lock me out."
Jamal smiles. I thought he was the gentlest of them all. Oh, what do they say about gentle people again?
"I'm not only locking you out, I'm sending you packing."
I feel my fists clench as I glare at him. "You can't do that! I can sue you to court for that, you know?"
He scoffs and walks to the window. "Sue me to court? That's going to drain all the money you have left. I'm sure you wouldn't want to do that?"
I say nothing in reply and he turns to look at me.
"If you have the luxury of pursuing a lawsuit, then so be it. Bring it on. But don't blame me for making you go broke because I don't relent."
Hell.
My jaw trembles as he says those words. How evil can one be to actually send me out of the house I rented over an issue as small as that?
"Why are you doing this?" I ask. My voice is starting to become shaky now and it's almost as if I want to cry as I feel tears brim in my eyes. I stare up to the ceiling and blink a few times.
"I don't like you?" He replies. "From the first day you came to apply for a job at my company, I knew you were going to be trouble. You had everything it took to be a manager. The vice president even but I knew that something about you screamed complication. Look at it now? You're working for someone else and somehow, my friends and I get dragged into this!"
"How?!" I scream. When I realize what I have just done, I look around me to see that the office is empty. It's just me and Jamal.
"See, I have a lot of things to attend to. This isn't something I do but Julian asked me to come here personally. We're serious about it. So, just find some place to stay. You have till evening to move out."
"How will I when my properties are locked in there?"
Jamal doesn't even care. He raises a brow at me. "Your property has been taken out. You'd find it behind the building."
I am about to lunge at him but he immediately goes out through the door and I fall to the ground.
He looks through the gas door and laughs before walking away.
Hot tears run down my cheeks and a sob escapes my throat. I don't know how to feel at this moment. How the hell did all these happen in a span of two days?
I am basically homeless because the owner of the building hates me and will do anything to make me miserable. How could anyone do that?
When I see the Property Manager coming towards his office, I stand on my feet and dust off my dress. I might be hurt right now but I'm not going to let him see me this way.
"Ma'am," He says as soon as he comes in. "I'm sorry about what just happened. I think what he did was evil because why the hell will he just send you out for no reason?"
I look at him and smile stiffly.
You don't know. You really don't know.
"Thank you." I whisper before leaving his office.
I forget about the elevator and opt for the staircase. I know it's going to be a long climb but I'm not going to feel it because right now, I can't even feel s**t. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Why does everything have to be this hard for me?
I thought I would get to a point in my life where all these didn't matter but it didn't seem so. It didn't stop. Instead, it got worse.
What the hell am I going to do now?
I think about calling my mother but I stop myself. I already promised myself that I wouldn't calm them. I wouldn't do that now. That's like me accepting defeat because she told me I was going to come back to her the day I was leaving for good and I told her it was going to be over my dead body.
I am still very much alive so I'm not going to call anyone.
"Jocelyn?"
I look up to find Jane standing above me. Turning my head, I realized that I had climbed all the steps without even knowing and was now on the fifth floor.
"Hey," I reply drily.
"Were you able to resolve it?"
"No. But I'm going to figure myself out. I always do."
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