The move- in Disaster 1

(Alexander Reed's POV)

I stepped out of my car in front of my temporary apartment. It was small and cramped, but it would have to do until my house was finished being renovated. As I unlocked the door and walked in, I sighed at the sight of my new home.

"Home sweet home…for now," I muttered. The apartment was a stark contrast to the spacious mansion I had grown accustomed to, but I tried to make the best of it.

I began to unpack my belongings carefully.As I worked, I heard footsteps approaching my door, and the sound of someone fumbling with the lock.

"Huh?" I wondered out loud, confused. I was the only tenant, so who could it be?

I opened the door to find a young woman, flushed and breathless, standing in the hallway. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at her. "I'm the only tenant here!"

The young woman looked at me incredulously. "What are YOU doing here? I'm the one who's supposed to be living here," she shot back, not backing down.

"I just signed the lease this morning!"

I felt my blood pressure rise as we stared each other down, neither willing to budge.

"You're clearly mistaken," I said tersely. "My grandfather, the owner of this building, promised me that I would be the only tenant for the duration of my stay. There must have been some misunderstanding."

The woman raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Your grandfather, huh? I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I have a contract that clearly states I'm renting this apartment for the next three months."

I pursed my lips, trying to stay calm despite my mounting frustration.

"Look, whoever you are, I don't know what kind of scam you're running but I won't tolerate any funny business," I snapped. "I suggest you pack your things and leave immediately before I call the police."

The woman snorted derisively. "Call the police? On what grounds? I have a perfectly valid lease, and I'm not leaving until you can prove otherwise."

I could feel my temper starting to boil over. I wanted to scream, but I knew that wouldn't accomplish anything.

"I don't have time for this," I seethed. "I have a business to run, and I'm not going to waste any more time on your pathetic little scheme."

"Pathetic little scheme?" the woman scoffed. "You're the one who's trying to throw me out of the apartment I paid good money for!"

The situation was quickly spiraling out of control.

"Enough!" I bellowed, nearly at my wit's end. "I won't be argued with by some random woman who's clearly here to cause trouble. I'm going to call my grandfather, and he'll sort this out."

The woman crossed her arms defiantly. "Call whoever you want," she retorted. "But I'm not going anywhere until this is resolved."

With that, she turned her back to me and began unpacking her own belongings.

I stood there, fuming, as I watched the woman unpack her clothes and personal items.

"What the hell is she doing?" I thought to myself. "Does she actually think she can just move in here?"

The absurdity of the situation only fueled my anger, and I found myself clenching my fists tightly. I wanted nothing more than to throw this woman out of the apartment, but I knew I had to stay calm and handle the situation with some level of tact.

Suddenly, an idea came to me. I picked up my phone and dialed my grandfather

My grandfather answered the phone on the second ring.

"Alexander ? What's going on?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Grandfather, there's a woman here who claims she's the tenant of the apartment you rented to me," I explained, trying to keep my voice level. "She has some sort of contract, but it must be a forgery."

"What?" he exclaimed, sounding surprised. "That doesn't make any sense.

"I don't know how it happened," I continued, "but I need you to sort this out. She's refusing to leave, and she won't listen to reason."

There was a pause on the other end of the line as my grandfather seemed to consider the situation.

"Alright, I'll come over and talk to her myself," he said finally. "It might take me a few hours to get there, but I'll be there as soon as I can

After hanging up with my grandfather, I turned my attention back to the woman who was still unpacking her things. She looked up at me with an impassive expression, as if she knew she had nothing to worry about.

"My grandfather will be here soon," I said, trying to keep my voice as cold and intimidating as possible. "And when he gets here, he'll tell you to leave."

The woman shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll see what he says," she said.

I glared at her in frustration, but she didn't seem to notice. Instead, she continued unpacking her things, humming to herself as if she didn't have a care in the world.

As I watched her, I found myself growing more and more annoyed by her carefree attitude. Who did she think she was, waltzing into my apartment like she owned the place? And what was with that stupid grin she had plastered on her face?

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, unable to hide my anger.The woman looked at me, her smile widening. "Oh, I'm just amused by your self-righteous indignation," she said.

"You seem like the kind of guy who's used to getting his way, and it's funny to watch you get all flustered when things don't go according to plan."

I clenched my teeth, barely able to contain my fury.

"Listen here," I growled, stepping closer to her. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not going to put up with it."The woman smirked at me, unfazed by my threatening stance. "Game? What game? I'm just minding my own business in my new apartment," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.