My Crush Next Door by Tara Brent

Author:Tara Brent [Brent, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tara Brent
Published: 2022-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Daniel

“If you don’t mind walking past the construction zone, Kenya, I’ll plan on seeing you later today,” I say as I begin cleaning for the visit from Modern Home Digest.

“I know you’re in the middle of the construction and any photographs we take will be for internal use only. If we decide to use any as before shots, I’ll ask permission.”

“Looking forward to meeting you, Kenya.”

I consider inviting Sabrina over when Kenya visits to allow her to feel a part of things. It will show her that she’s never far from my mind. With any luck, Sabrina will change her tune when she sees how my home makes life easier. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and I’m ready to connect the call when my voice assistant interrupts.

“A figure is at the front door. He is not a previous visitor,” a pleasant voice informs me. I glance at the screen and it’s a man of about forty that I don’t recognize. He wears a shirt and tie. I guess Jehovah’s Witness and I move to get rid of him. I’ll tell him I have no interest in such things. Perhaps I should lie that I’m a member of a satanic cult. That will assure he’ll not return.

I casually pull open the door. “Mr. Wiley?”

“Yes,” I draw out the word.

“Can I confirm that you are the homeowner?”

“Of course, I’m the homeowner. What’s this all about?” I ask, aware that he’s not a Jehovah’s Witness.

“I’m with the town of Downy, New York and this is the paperwork that explains our grounds to enforce a work stoppage on this property. If you would like to know more about the codes in which you are in violation, please call the office.”

“Was there a complaint by a neighbor?” I already think Sabrina has something to do with this. Would she go so far?

“There was a complaint but I’m not at liberty to tell if it was a neighbor.” He hands me a manila envelope and leaves. I see him post a red notice on the entrance of the worksite.

I tear open the envelope when I’m alone and order my system to tint the windows to 90%. I have to achieve absolute privacy because I am about to begin throwing things. I pride myself on keeping my anger in check most of the time. This is not one of those times.

I grab my bucket of spongy balls and begin hurling them. I hit windows, walls, and one of the few pieces of art that hang in my house. My project is on a tight schedule and this bullshit affects my bottom line. I continue throwing the balls like a Major League pitcher.

Next, I walk into the safe room and scream obscenities. The lock is fixed, and I don’t lock myself in this time. No one hears me and it’s my house, so I know there’s not a private recording. Sweat pours from my body and I try to think of a more productive way to release my rage.

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