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And I was surprised that my door hadn’t had any improvement aside from it being taped with an ‘under maintenance barricade’. My door leaf was leaning on the door frame, maybe to cover the view inside.
Seeing my door, it feels out of place from this luxurious hallway.
I heave a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I dialed the managing department and asked why my door still looked like that. I expected them to work on it overnight.
‘I’m sorry Ms. Bathory. The materials needed to construct your place haven’t been shipped yet. It’s from overseas, so, I deeply regret to tell you it might take time before it gets fixed. For the meantime, can you please move out? We’ll take care of your valuable things. Don’t worry about it.’
Those words weren’t the ones I was expecting from
