Zuri's POV:The clicking of a gun can be heard through the apartment walls.After 10 minutes, I arrived at my apartment building. I step out of the Uber, paying the driver.I walk up the flight of stairs, which is another issue; the elevator is broken, and no one plans to fix it. Walking towards my door, my eyes meet with Omar. If I could, I would jump out of this damn building and die. I smile at him, but I honestly don't need this today."Hey, shorty," rolling my eyes, I look at him."It's shawty, Omar, and plus, this isn't America, so why even try?” I say, trying to find my keys to unlock this door, but to my despair, they drop, falling into the hole that’s been here longer than me. I bang my head on the door, and I groan."Don't worry, Zuri, I'll call the maintenance team, so while we wait, let's step inside my apartment and have a drink," he says while cutting an apple with a knife. I look at my options; it's either I go inside and have a drink or I stand here for who knows how l
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