Leonie Summers goes downstairs and stomps angrily into the room. She slams the door behind her, and a woman with messy hair jolt awake and stares at her.
“What’s wrong?” Veronica Smith asks in a panic, “Why are you so angry?”
“Guess who I just saw upstairs,” Leonie hisses.
She tosses her keys onto the coffee table and throws herself onto the sofa. She grabs a pillow and holds it against her chest, glaring moodily at Veronica.
“Who?” Veronica asks, barely suppressing a yawn.
“The b***h was there,” Leonie answers, “Can you believe it?”
Veronica sighs. She’s pretty sure that Leonie is referring to Andrea—no one else can put her in such a bad mood. Over the past few days, Leonie has clashed with their upstairs neighbor multiple times. The noise from his renovations has been unbearable, bu……
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