Miss Anderson stormed into her condominium, still fuming from the taxi incident. She was now on the lift and couldn't shake off the feeling of frustration.
"Blimey, Clark! I'm fuming!" Lindsay exclaimed, her irritation palpable over the phone. "Those coppers don't take me seriously at all!"
"What's got you so worked up, Lindsay?" Clark asked, attempting to placate her. "It's just a mobile, love. You can easily replace it. You've already bought a new one today, and you're using it to ring me!" Lindsay huffed.
"It's not just about the blasted phone, Clark! It's the principle of the thing. I won't stand for people thinking they can get away with breaking the law, willy-nilly!" Clark's calm tone returned. "Lindsay, love, perhaps you're getting a bit worked up over nothing?"
Lindsay's voice rose. "Nothing?! That driver's nicked my phone and kidnapped me! I'll have her brought to justice, even if it's the last thing I do!" Clark chuckled. "Steady on, Lindsay. Don't go getting yourself into a tizzy."
"Heh, love, are you certain it's just about the phone?" Clark asked, sensing there might be more to Lindsay's ire.
Lindsay took a deep breath before responding, "I simply can't let people like that driver think they can intimidate others without consequences, Clark."
"Ah, it's about pride, isn't it?" Clark teased, knowing his girlfriend well.
Lindsay felt a bit miffed. "Urgh, Clark, do you really love me? Are you on my side?"
"Of course, darling," Clark reassured her. "I'm always on your side."
"If you'd like, I can pop over and help you track down this driver," Clark offered, showing his support. "No, it's alright. I'll handle it myself," Lindsay replied, appreciating Clark's offer but wanting to prove her independence.
"Are you certain, love? I can fly over straight away and cancel the conference," Clark insisted.
"No, Clark, you can't cancel that conference with the surgeons," Lindsay responded firmly. "That's the only way Dad will reconsider your position as head of the surgical department."
With a deep sigh, she finally reached her floor and exited the lift. As she approached her door, she noticed a new neighbor moving in next door, adding to her already stressful day.
She groaned inwardly, already dreading the thought of having a new neighbor to deal with.
But her frustration went high when she had a glimpse of a familiar blonde woman.
"What's wrong, love?" Clark asked, sensing Lindsay's frustration. "Nothing, darling. I'll ring you back," Lindsay replied, cutting off Clark's response and ending the call.
"What are you doing here?" Miss Anderson demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Emerald didn't flinch and simply said, "I live here."
" Right next door? Fancy that! Miss Anderson's eyes widened.
"Coincidence." Emerald shrugged.
"Are you tailing me?" Miss Anderson's suspicion grew.
Emerald's expression turned icy.
"I'm not following you. I drive a taxi. You got in. And we are neighbors. End of story."
Miss Anderson's anger boiled: "You've nicked my mobile! And practically kidnapped me! And to rub it in, the police didn't believe me, and now you're my blasted neighbor! What's the world coming to?"
Emerald raised an eyebrow.
"You're being dramatic."
Miss Anderson scoffed. "You're having a laugh, aren't you? A taxi driver, owning a property in this upscale complex?"
Emerald smirked.
"Looks can be deceiving."
The exchange of words ended with Emerald shutting her door in Miss Anderson's face.
Miss Anderson seethed, hammering on the door. "I'll report you to the authorities! You'll pay dearly for this, mark my words!"
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Detective Jameson and her partner, Ryan, were busy analyzing the massacre case and the mysterious accident when Miss Anderson came rushing, demanding Detective Jameson's attention.
"Miss Anderson, I'm surprised to see you again," Jameson said full of sarcasm.
Miss Anderson has been coming here for three days now since the night she reported the incident of her taxi adventures.
"Are you here to report about the taxi driver again, who kidnapped you? " Ryan asked.
"Abosolutely! And she nicked my mobile! I've told you a thousand times, and I need an action, pronto!"
"As I told you, your report was impossible and a deadend; you don't have a plate number or a name; the name you booked does not even exist," Jameson said a thousand times already.
"But I know exactly how she looks, and mind you, I have found her, and I am telling you this person is stalking me," Anderson furiously informed them and insisted they believe her.
Jameson stopped reviewing the CCTV footage from the Throne Crime scene and is now giving her full attention to Misd Anderson's complaints.
" Really, where is she now?" She asks seriously.
" She's living next door to my flat," Anderson confidently answered.
Detective Jameson, already overwhelmed, sighed in frustration.
"Ma'am, you're telling me the taxi driver who allegedly kidnapped you is your neighbor...all this time? Detective Jameson asked.
Miss Anderson nodded vigorously. "Yes! And she's stalking me."
Jameson's partner, Ryan, stifled a laugh.
Jameson shot him a warning glance before turning back to Miss Anderson.
"Okay, I will investigate this. If "Jameson started," qtwueueuepqhsghaj."
" Okay then, "Anderson just simply grabbed Detective Jameson's wrist and dragged her out of her desk.
"Wait." She didn't have time to say no when the woman was completely dragging us out of the office.
"Detective Jameson, I didn't know you had found your wife." The policemen at the station were teasing her and laughing at detective Jameson's situation.
Embarrassed, Jameson covered his face while being dragged away by persistent Miss Anderson.
Ryan was laughing while following them.
In the car
Ryan whispered, "You're so soft on this one, E.J. It's like you're enjoying the drama."
Jameson's expression turned stern, but her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. "Shut up, Ryan. And don't make me arrest you for accessory to sass."
Everything was just fun for them,until they knocked Emerald 's door.
To be continued...