Through the door, I replied coldly. "She kicked my door, insulted me, and threatened me—why aren't we talking about that? Mr. Lambert, my request is simple: make her stop harassing me, and have her apologize."
"Apologize?" Rachel shrieked. "You ruined my son's future! You're lucky I'm not fighting you to the death—and you want an apology?!"
Josh chimed in from the side. "That's right. You're just some broke wage worker. What gives you the right to demand anything from us?"
Ryan stood trapped in the middle, sweat beading on his forehead.
"How about… each side takes a step back?"
I said nothing.
You can't reason with people like this.
Ryan tried persuading her for a while longer, but Rachel wouldn't budge. If anything, her cursing got worse. Eventually, he gave up and left, defeat written all over his face.
The moment he was gone, Rachel's arrogance cranked up another notch.
But maybe all that screaming had worn her out. She didn't pound on the door again—just stood in the hallway cursing for a while before finally retreating inside.
Silence at last.
But I knew it wasn't over.
Sure enough, that night, a rustling sound came from outside my door.