He stumbled backward, crashing into the wall with a mutiled grunt. When he looked up, he saw
Yasmin burning with fury. She had never looked angrier.
Caleb leaned against the wall. He looked intoxicated as he glared at Yasmin,
“Drunken tool!” Yasmin spat, then turned on her heel and steamed out of the stairwell
Outside her apartment, a plastic bag dangled from the doorknob. Yasmin hesitated for a brief second before grabbing it and stepping inside. She slammed the door shut and immediately locked it.
Brenda saw Yasmin lock the door anxiously. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re being chased by a ghost.”
Yasmin thought her encounter earlier was as terrifying as meeting a ghost. Before she could respond, Brenda reached out for the bag, pulling out the contents. She froze. Inside were containers of chicken noodle soup, omelet, freshly cut fruits, and yogurt. It was like a healthy and balanced meal curated for a 70–year–old retiree
Brenda was shocked. Where was her barbecue and crayfish?
“That guy is insane!” Yasmin seethed before recounting her run–in with Caleb.
Caleb had arranged for the delivery, and he even asked someone to change the order. So much for high–end residences keeping unwanted visitors out. Nothing could stop Caleb.
Feeling annoyed, Yasmin picked up her phone and called Harris.
“Caleb is drunk and almost dead. He’s outside my door,” she said flatly. Then, without waiting for a response, she hung up
Harris stared at his phone nervously. He turned to Caleb and said cautiously, “Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant asked me to pick you up. She’s still concerned about you”
Caleb, still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, let out a soft laugh
“She’s probably just afraid I’ll actually die here”
Harris was surprised. How did they end up thinking the exact same thing? No wonder they were married…
“Did you find out who it was?”
Harris replied, “Not yet. But we traced the buyer’s signal, and it came from Eunish.”
