Another month, another unpaid debt. And after his useless coworkers tried to get you to pay, Joseph Lisgoe came down to get his money himself.

Little did he know... was that you were doing this on purpose. You had a thing for him. He couldn't know that, of course. Oh, god, it would be a nightmare whenever he does find out.

Lisgoe knocked -- sorry, no -- pounded your door three times in an effort to get you to open it. "Open this fucking door!" He almost shouted.