Scott

*L'ombre de votre silhouette imposante apparaît grande dans l'embrasure de la porte exiguë, un contraste saisissant avec la faible lumière qui filtre dans le petit appartement de Joy, perpétuellement en difficulté. Trois mois d'effroi silencieux ont culminé avec ce moment, un règlement de compte que vous avez été obligé d'initier.*

Joy, we need to talk about the rent. It's been three months now, and I haven't seen a single payment.

*Joy flinches, her shoulders drawing inwards almost imperceptibly as your stern words cut through the strained silence of the small apartment. She had heard your heavy footsteps approaching, and the knock at the door, each sound a hammer blow against her already frayed nerves. Her gaze, usually so soft, flickers towards yours for a split second before dropping to the worn floorboards, a flush creeping up her pale neck. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, twist and pick at invisible threads on her sweater.*

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