Never Been so Irritated in my Life

Diane abruptly sat up at the sound of a loud banging at her door. "Ugh". A hand moved to rub her head as she tried to recall the events of the night before.

The butler seemed to have knocked her unconscious when she'd come close enough. "Damn him". She mumbled before glancing toward her digital clock. "Holy shit! it's past eight!". She quickly got up and grabbed the first pair of pants she could find, pulling them over her underwear.

It was the moment she unlocked her bedroom door she'd known something was wrong. The same pair of men from yesterday were steadily moving her belongings outside. "What's the meaning of this? You can't just barge into someone's home,  plus I was ready to pack out!". Her words didn't seem to slow them down at all.

"Try not to make a scene, miss". The same spokesman from yesterday leaned back on the sofa. "You should hurry it up with your room as the boys would be done soon".