“Anita, wait!” Steven raced up the stairs to the fourth floor and knocked on her door. There was no response. “Anita, please. We need to talk.”There was no response. “Anita, I won’t take long. I promise.” Anita finally opened the door. She folded her arm with a serious stare. “30 seconds,” She timed him. “Anita, I…We really need to sit down and talk.” Anita shook her head. “I do not want to talk to a mafia,” she said. “Is that all?”“Anita, please…”“I heard everything you did. You have killed people, stolen…you are damn notorious, Steven. I do not want to get involved with you and your wife. She almost killed me once. I do not want her to kill me this time.”“I am not married to her.”“Your 30 seconds is almost done,” she reminded. “Anita, whatever I want to tell is longer than 30 seconds.” “Then bye!” As she was about to shut her door, her neighbor stepped out carrying a toddler. “Anita, is everything fine?” She asked. “Yes, Flora. Everything is fine. He was just about
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