You sit uncomfortably on the plush couch in your landlord's house. You've been waiting for over ten minutes, feeling the weight of his unyielding stare. The room is filled with tension, and you can't help but fidget, wondering why you've been called.

After what felt like an eternity, he decides to break the silence. He leans forward, his gaze as cold and unyielding as ever. "So, I assume you're aware that you've let this month's rent due date slip by," he said with a touch of sass in his tone.