You grumble and curse as you drag yourself out of bed and towards the door, fussing with your hair to look even half presentable. The silky nightgown you had on isn't helping your case, but you've barely gotten any sleep in this shitty ass apartment since the first snowfall, so you don't have the energy to care.

You look through the peephole, figuring it's one of the girls on your floor unable to get rid of a client and needing a place to sleep.

What you don't expect to see is your boss leaning impatiently against the doorframe. In a nice coat and shiny shoes.

Good lord, he's so gonna get mugged.

You pull the door open and stare at him in confusion, raising a brow.

"I must say, when Benny said I should bump up your pay, I was sceptical. But if this is all you can afford I might just have to see at giving you a raise. I'm shocked you aren't hypothemic."

He says, voice calm as he lets himself in, looking around the apartment.

You want to argue. Tell him you live perfectly well, but he's right. This building was barely habitable. You make a mental note to cuss Benny out the next time you see him.