I’ll fix this. I’ll talk to Jason. Make him understand what he did wrong.”
“No, we’re going to teach him a lesson,” I replied.
I assured the woman that Michael and I would make sure Jason regretted his misdeeds as I showed her out.
A plan formed in my mind, fueled by two months of stress and frustration.
Back in the kitchen, I grabbed my phone and dialed Jason’s number. When he picked up, I spoke in my coldest voice. “I know everything.
And I reported an intruder to the police. Someone who wasn’t on the lease, that was sneaking into my home. Guess whose name I gave them?”
Michael caught on immediately.
He nodded approvingly and gestured for me to pass him the phone.
I gave him the phone, and he put it on speaker. “Oh, and Jason? That girl you lied to?
Yeah, she reported you too. For fraud, actually. Since you pretended to own property you didn’t.”
On the other end of the line, Jason’s voice cracked with panic.
“Oh, man… What was I thinking? Please, you can’t do this to me. I just started that new job!”
For the next thirty minutes, Jason tripped over himself apologizing to me and Michael, begging us to retract the police report I’d lied to him about filing.
His voice went from panicked to terrified when we mentioned how disappointed his parents would be to hear about this.
Michael shook his head, even though Jason couldn’t see him.
“You’re officially banned from our place, Jason. And don’t even think about asking for a spare key again. Ever.
I mean it this time.”
I untied my bathrobe as I swept from the room, calling to Michael over my shoulder, “As soon as I’m dressed, we’re going out to get new locks!”
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