She did indeed return for the second time last week, checking every nook of the building she could access. And yes, we came across each other in front of my door. She smiled again while I kept a stone face and ignored her again because she does not exist any more. At my every rejection the greedy woman will feel her thirst un-quenched and burn by the amount of benefit she believes she should enjoy but have missed out. It is the worst kind of Hell for an avaricious soul like hers and I did not lift a finger to create it. She walked herself into it. She may hope that I would buckle one day. Never underestimate the resolve of the Japanese, particularly the samurai descendants, no matter how easy it was to push us around initially.
To be continued.