"Marty! Marty!" Clarice Gordon yelled out loudly as she repeatedly knocked on Marty Macgregor's apartment door.
"Marty! Why the f*ck aren't you opening the door Marty?" Clarice was angry and frustrated. She clicked her tongue and stomped her heels onto the floor, which made a loud 'thud' noise.
"Hey!" The voice of an old woman was heard from below the floor, and Clarice stopped slamming her fist on the door.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps heading up the stairs was heard, and Clarice turned her head and shifted her gaze towards the stairway, where the figure of an old lady climbing up the steps could be seen.
"Why the hell are you being so goddamn loud, young lady?" The old lady said in a frustrated tone, which made Clarice flinch. "You're making the other tenants annoyed with your behaviour! Now, I consider myself to be a good enough landlord, but even I have my limits. And you're dangerously close to crossing that line, young lady!"
