Money makes the humble man a jerk

[Nea Alba. Noon.

Quieme. Elisbonear]

Knock. Knock.

"Ah, fuck!" Eric shouted as he jumped out of his room. "Why aren't you guys opening the door?!"

"The clowns were performing a comedy routine. Since you are here, why don't you open it yourself?" Vanessa said.

"I will now!" Eric briskly walked towards the door and pulled it open. "Goddamn sleazebags—AH! You!?"

Eric's back straightened in an instant as he pushed out whatever little strength his dainty muscles could bring out. What was it? Who was at the door?

"Hoho, Eric! It has been a while," Who? Who's that? The voice was strangely familiar. "Umm, why are you pushing me out? Let me in?"

The creaking of the door and the tussling of the nut head at the door increased by the second as he groaned to push the person at the door out. It was to no avail as Eric, being Eric and not being anyone else but Eric, was pushed back within seconds and fell on his ass right to the ground.