“Director Murphy… you mean that Ms. Griffin?”
“She came today with a lawyer and a few people in white lab coats. They were taking water, soil, and air samples from the public areas in the neighborhood, saying they were going to make a Health Risk Assessment Report for the whole community. The owners’ group chat is going crazy right now.”
My mind went blank for a moment. This wasn’t just strange anymore; it was complete madness.
“Director Murphy, about this situation…”
I rubbed my temples and said, “Got it. I’ll deal with it.”
After hanging up, I sent Skylar a message. [Tomorrow at 10 a.m., I’ll bring my lawyer. We’ll talk in person.]
She replied right away. [Please be on time. And make sure your lawyer is as professional as mine.]
Seeing the words “as professional as mine,” I almost crushed my phone in frustration.
The next morning, I didn’t bring a lawyer. I went alone to the apartment I had rented out.
The door opened, and Skylar stood there wearing a white dress and gold-rimmed glasses.
She looked elegant but carried a hint of arrogance. Behind her was the same lawyer who had threatened me over the phone the day before.