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    As Levy stepped into the elevator, he anxiously watched the floor numbers. Why was the elevator moving so slowly?


    “I don’t have the building manager’s number,” Flossie said, her voice tinged with frustration.


    Levy revved his sports car and raced toward Flossie’s apartment.


    “Is the door locked from the inside?” Levy inquired.


    “Yes.”


    Levy let out a sigh of relief and reassured her, “Try to calm down, okay? I’m on my way.”


    Outside, the man started kicking the door, shouting, “Open up!” His voice was filled with anger. Flossie was terrified.


    Ten minutes passed.


    Suddenly, there was amotion outside the door. The man’s curses faded into the distance, as if he had been forcibly removed.


    Then Levy’s voice came through the phone. “Flossie, unlock the door.” It was only then that Flossie realized she hadn’t disconnected the call!


    She had set the phone aside earlier, thinking Levy had hung up. But all along, Levy had been listening to what was happening in Flossie’s home, staying attentive and concerned for her safety.


    Flossie was unsure of her emotions, feeling deeply conflicted.


    When the door opened, Levy caught sight of the figure inside. In her left hand, Flossie held a ck puppy, and in her right hand, a knife. Her tense nerves eased as soon as she saw Levy.


    “Be careful with the knife,” Levy cautioned.


    He carefully set aside the dangerous knife from Flossie’s hand.


    Coal Ball, with its keen, ck eyes, mirrored its owner’s vignce, as if searching for an intruder.


    “Where was that man?” Flossie asked, visibly shaken.


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    “The security guards took him away,” Levy replied, stepping into the room. “Are you okay?” he asked, his concern evident.


    “I’m fine.” Flossie nodded. “Thanks, Mr. Sanders.”


    Levyughed incredulously. “You called me Levy on the phone earlier, and now it’s Mr. Sanders? To any outsider listening, it would seem like I am your boss, when in reality, you are my ex!”


    Flossie felt embarrassed, biting her lip and avoiding Levy’s gaze.


    “You live alone. How could you not know the building manager’s number? And don’t you have any self-defense tools at home? Holding a knife like that could lead to you identally injuring yourself,” Levy lectured. She hadn’t even considered calling the police!


    But Levy didn’t mention that. He was pleasantly surprised that she had called him.


    “I used to live in the postdoc apartment provided by the school. It was really safe,” Flossie said, her tone a mix of innocence and frustration.


    Levy remembered she was living here because of him, and his heart softened. He sighed. “Do you get it now?”


    “Yes,” she responded quietly.


    Soon after, the building manager called to update them about the man from earlier. It turned out he was the ex-husband of the previousndlord, recently released from jail. He was upset because his ex-wife had sold the ce without giving him any money, so he came to bother Flossie, the current owner. It wasn’t her fault, but the man was trouble. He demanded to either stay there or receive money from the sale, threatening to cause more problems if his demands weren’t met.


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