Hell's Angel (BK 1)

Kung Pou

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

My first potential client in, like, forever...throws paper in my face and storms out of the office. Nough said. I sighed, crossed my arms on my desk and then laid my head on them. This is ridiculous! What is wrong with me? It's like I only have room for one version of me. At least, that's all that can go right. And even that didn't go right. Of course, for me, if I almost die I must be doing something right.

But the bills are piling up and people in the building need things fixed. Which I can't afford to do! Mary's the one literally keeping the lights on. But then that leaves, let's see....zero amount of food on the table. Maybe I should find a corner. I think I know a few good ones. The front door opened and I looked up. I see the red head from level two and sigh. I sit up and straighten my clothes. "What can I do for you, today, Amy?"

"Have you gotten a new repair man, yet?" she snapped. Someone's always peed in her cheerios by the time she finds me. Though I think she was born pushy. "My freezer only works half the time, the washer and dryer are still out, and the cable doesn't work."

"Okay. For the cable, you'll want to call your cable provider. They might be able to send someone out-"

"I'm not in the mood for your attitude, today. I want these things fixed."

"Yes, I know, and I'm working on it. You're not the only one in the building."

"I know. Others have complained, too. All the appliances around here are breaking."

"Yes, but the others understand the situation and-"

"I don't care what the others are saying. I want my things fixed by the end of the week, or I'm leaving."

I opened one of my desk drawers and pulled out a paper. I sat it down and then filled in a few things. When I was done I stood and handed it to her. "Here you go. The solution to all our problems."

"What is this?" she snapped.

"Why don't you read it? That is why I gave it to you." I rolled my eyes. "If the repairs are not complete by the end of the week, you'll have thirty days to gather your things and be out. And I can almost guarantee you they won't, so I'd start looking for a new place."

"You can't do this to me. I have rights-"

"And had you read our rental agreement before signing, you'd know what they were," I said as the door opened and Matt walked in. "This is perfectly legal." She began to protest. So I spoke over her. "If I have to have you removed from the premises by local law enforcement, your chances of wining said lawsuit, should you take any legal action, are very slim. If you leave peacefully of your own accord, the chances of you finding somewhere else will be greater. No one wants a tenet that might sue."

She huffed and crossed her arms, finally shutting up. "Like I've said before," I continued. "I don't control your cable, your cable provider does. I've had people fix and replace your fridge seven times. As for the washer and dryer, which have also been replaced twice, better parenting would fix that." She looked up at me, horror stricken. "Yes, I know that your son's been braking the appliances. Things that I pay for, not you. Which would also help me, if you sought legal action. And I strongly advise against it."

She huffed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I let out a long breath of air and I plopped in my chair. Matt walked up to the desk with a big grin on his face. "What?" I asked, his smile getting bigger. "You hear the whole thing?"

"Yeah," he said, folding his cane. "Never heard you so...fierce before." I can tell he's teasing but I decide to ignore it.

"Well, good riddance to her. Worst two years of my life," I sighed and Matt laughed. I dropped my elbows on my desk. I spaced out on the desk for a moment, then looked up. "You're bleeding."