"What do you mean by next step? If you forcefully get inside my house, I am calling the cops." I stared sternly at him.
A sly smile grows in his face, "You know what? Let me call them for you."
He takes out his phone and starts to scribble down something on the screen. "Huh? What do you mean? Why will you call them for me?" I ask him in confusion.
He just gave me his signature smirk, damn anyone will fall flat in front of that perfect smirk but now for me it's irritating, "I get it! You will buy them off. I knew it! I know your rich people are assholes. Always using money for each and every single problem; just pathetic!"
"Shut up!" He screams at me as I jolt back, his voice filled with anger. He's arrogant I knew but at this point it's something else like he's hurt and as if he took my words to his heart. "I have had enough of your shit! I came all the way to you not to listen to this! You were the one who approached this asshole, I didn't come to you."
