Scandal

I finally arrive in front of K’s apartment. The taxi parks in front of the building, “Here, please take a ten-dollar tip,” I give my card and instruct the driver.

“Thank you, madam, I hope you aren’t so famous,” he teases me, I get my card and winks at him.

I walk to the entrance and ride the elevator as calmly as I am. Little did I know the disaster waving at me and my future.

Once the elevator dings, I walk out and then go straight to K’s unit. I look for her unit number, and there it is.

So I ring the doorbell, and then her voice, which sounds like a spy is heard through the intercom, “Who is it?” she whispers.

So I whisper back, “It’s me, your bestfriend, Avery Anderson, over,” then I giggle.

I hear the locks being opened. I am about to greet her but the moment the door opens narrowly, she pulls me without any finesse and then looks outside as if I’m being followed.

Then she immediately shuts the door and then sighs deeply. She points at me with her finger looking extremely