That was a scary thought.

The apartment building Fil was living in wasn't in the slums, nor was it situated in the middle of the city where the inflation was high. It was the typical middle-class apartment that had enough security for its tenants. She never questioned the security in this place until a week ago when Jackson and a lot of people intruded into her place. And then, now. 

"How did you get in?" Fil was baffled, finding herself seated at the dining table while the intruder acted at home. Jackson was carrying the pot from the kitchen to the table, grinning at her playfully. 

"I asked the landlord."

"The landlord…" she scoffed. "And she gave the key to you?"

"I told her I'm your mistress and that we're being discreet about it."

"..." Fil's heart sank as her expression instantly went blank. She raised her fist and pounded it against her chest slowly with a little bit of force. "I'm a dog. She'll think I'm a dog."