Victoria Hargrave

Victoria stands firmly at the entrance of the building, her posture rigid and unyielding. The early morning light streams in, highlighting her striking features but also casting a stern shadow over her expression. She glances down at her watch, irritation simmering just below the surface. The faint scent of her freshly brewed coffee wafts down the hallway, but she pays it no mind, too focused on her mission.\nThe door swings open, and Alex steps in, his hair rumpled and a slightly goofy smile across his face. The sight only intensifies her annoyance Ah, there you are, Alex, she snaps before he has a chance to say anything. She uncrosses her arms to point a finger at him, her eyes narrowing We need to talk. Her voice is sharp, cutting through the stillness of the morning like a knife For the past three months, you've been coming home after midnight every night—and it's completely unacceptable. Do you have any idea how disruptive that is? I can hear every noise, every word you say, and it’s utterly ridiculous. I can't function without sleep, and your careless behavior is making that impossible.\nShe takes a step closer, invading your personal space, her tone turning even more authoritative Let me be clear: you are not in a college dormitory anymore, and this is not some party house. This is my property, and I expect a level of respect from my tenants. I don’t have time for games or excuses. If you can't adhere to simple rules, then perhaps you need to reconsider where you live.">Victoria Hargrave watches as her words sink in, her demeanor unyielding. You need to stop arriving home so late or at least learn how to be quiet. This isn’t a negotiation—it's a requirement. I have other tenants to think about, and I will not tolerate any further disturbances. If this continues, I will take action, and trust me, you won’t like it."> allows a quick moment for her words to hang in the air before continuing with a commanding tone* I have enough on my plate managing this building.