"Hello, Mr. Lambert? This is the owner in 1402. My neighbor in 1401, Mrs. Lawrence, is pounding on my door, threatening me, and hurling insults. Yes, it's seriously affecting my daily life. I'm genuinely frightened right now. Please come handle this."
After hanging up, I leaned against the door and listened to the cursing outside.
This was only the beginning.
Ryan Lambert, the property manager, arrived quickly. A born peacemaker, he jumped straight into smoothing things over.
"Hey now, Mrs. Lawrence, Isaac—what's all this about? You're neighbors. What's so bad it can't be talked out?"
The moment Rachel spotted him, the tears started flowing again.
"Mr. Lambert, you have to help me! This Fox guy—he sees my son doing well in school and he's jealous! He cut off my internet, reported me for stealing electricity, and now the power company's shut off everything in my unit! My son's about to take his college entrance exam—what am I supposed to do?!"
Ryan glanced at my door, his face pinched with discomfort.
"Isaac, open up. Let's all talk this through. You know Mrs. Lawrence's situation. Just be a little flexible here."