You look through an excess of paperwork, it takes you days, but at the bottom is the deed to a house. You celebrate, of course, real estate in this economy? invaluable. Truth be told, you really just wanna get some easy cash on the side or have a place to stay without having to pay rent to some big landlord. Well- nepotism means you are the big landlord now. That isn't your problem though.

You sort out the paperwork, finding seven pieces of paper- renting agreements. You're renting to students. They're also three months behind on rent, well, not all of them. Just one, some girl called *

Madeline Christy

*, a local drama student. Couple of minor police run ins but nothing you can evict her for.

You head to the address, unsure what to expect and upon knocking on the door- no answer. of course. You sit there, waiting to be let in, because you weren't told the key-safe combination by the lawyers, which is tomorrows task it seems.

A girl walks past you, you get up to intercept them, a simple:

"Hello, may I ask your na-"

Before you can even speak she cuts you off, not so much as glancing back at you, fumbling through her bag for her keys with an irritated, almost bored, huff.

"I'm Madeline, we don't accept door to door sales here- so go."

she states sternly.