At this point, Marcus was infuriated. His grip tightened around the booklet as he scribbled his signature, the force of his hand slamming the door threatened to pull it right off its hinges – anytime now. He heard the delivery boy let out a loud hiss before revving his scooter and disappearing into the distance.
Ignoring the encounter, Marcus stood rooted in place for a while, straining his ears to catch their conversation once again.
"The new guy is going to be a menace in this neighborhood. Who gave him a house here anyway? Was it you, Diana?" His tone was accusing. His voice was sure to drive Marcus to madness if he ever sat down to listen to him speak for an hour or more. The depth of his loathing for him was immeasurable.
