The plane journey had given me a chance to think things over but at least I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. The airport pharmacy had been helpful plus it had been a few months since my last period so there was probably a chance I was going through early menopause. I sighed, Joon-Jae's children would be gorgeous, I almost regretted taking that pill, not that it mattered.

It was almost unreal when I got in the minicab to go home, everyone was speaking English, well almost everyone. Home sweet home! The driver chatted to me about the weather on the way, in a strong Nigerian accent and I grinned. There's nothing like learning about the latest storm that you missed while abroad, to remind you of home.

I waved at the driver as I dragged my two cases and heavy rucksack up the stairs to my flat, he drove away happily with a tip in his pocket. Struggling with my key, I fought with the lock until I realised a very shocking but unsurprising fact. The landlord had changed my locks! My suitcase was a perfect chair and I used it, what could I do at two am? Where could I go?

My phone didn't work and I only had two twenties left, so I regretted giving that tip. Sighing, I lent against the wall, it looked like I had to sleep here tonight. Opening my case, I got took out an extra fleece and the small blanket I packed for comfort. My two cases blocked the wind and I snuggled down between them with my fleece as a blanket, the small blanket underneath as a barrier to the cold concrete.

It seemed that I was now homeless, so how would I get all my things? Where would I sleep and how could I go to work tomorrow? Also was I single or a woman in a long distance relationship? How had Joon-Jae got into my room? Did I let him in or was the room actually a hook up palace for the agency so they could hide scandals? Even though Joon-Jae was calling out to another woman in his sleep, my jealousy had faded. For all I knew, he could have dreamt about anyone.

In the end, I slept, filled with confusion but too exhausted from lack of sleep. There were no dreams, only the cold and I woke suddenly when my phone alarm went off. A neighbour twitched her curtains aside to spy on me but mostly, I was ignored. The sense of community in my area was practically zero, someone could be lying on the ground in a pool of blood and you might be lucky if a crowd formed from curiosity.

The only way to get noticed here was if you had a big family but these flats were small, three bed units. The block was run by a private landlord so no social housing and most people worked, trying to save enough to buy a house. No-one wanted to stay here and they didn't want to get involved in anything. Rent was high so they couldn't risk it.

My low rent deal had been a godsend, from what I knew now, it had been a gift from my grandmother's spirit. I had run out of luck but I couldn't give up, I had a lot to do. My back clicked as I pulled myself up and a plan formed in my head. My only option was to go to work with all my luggage and get changed there.

One twenty was enough to get me my last minicab fare, from work I would have to sort out everything during my lunch break. I looked inside my nearly empty purse, my bank card was useless but as a last resort I still had Joon-Jae's card, if it could be used in England. I pulled it out my purse and turned it over, sadly this was my only link to Joon-Jae. I didn't have any pictures of us together, although there was my embarrassing drool photo. I could get some off the Internet from our event together, at least that was something.

I took out my phone and sighed, I would have to drag all my luggage to the corner shop to call for my lift. Why were there so many stairs! Maybe I could knock on my neighbours door? No, I barely knew them and it was too early in the morning, they were more likely to call the police than help. With my mind made up, I started dragging my luggage down the three flights but not before leaving a note to my landlord sticking out of the letterbox.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the cab, sweating from my morning luggage workout. What a welcome, hopefully my work mates could give me a hand. The drive was quick considering the destination, it was too early for traffic but my twenty was finished before I arrived. The driver smiled apologetically and helped take out my bags. Another half an hour later, I rested my head against the glass panels of the lobby, searching for the security guard with the keys.

At seven forty five in the morning, I got into the lobby
and thanked the guard. I didn't have my work ID but the system allowed for that with a copy of employee information and temporary tags at the desk. The best thing about this place was the lift, I took my things to an empty function room and got what I needed from my bags. Soon I was ready, after a toilet trip and a fresh change of clothes.

Luckily my secret hot chocolate and snack bar stash was untouched, so fortified by sugar, I almost felt good. I only had a few minutes to make calls before work officially started so I squeezed as much in as I could. My landlord got the first call, no answer. Then my phone company followed by the bank and police. I put the handset down as the first of my work colleagues trailed in.

It felt so fake, everything was messed up but at least I had found love, that counted for something, didn't it? My account was shut down but my bank was giving me a new account, which should be up and running by tomorrow but I couldn't access it until I went there in person with ID. I would have to switch all my direct debits and standing orders myself, my pay from work and my compensation would need to be switched over too. Luckily, my bank had agreed to refund all the money that had been stolen, so bills could be paid. The police were still investigating but would get back to me through my work email.

It was just my landlord, my flat and why were my locks changed? Surely it was illegal to do that without notice, my rent had only been missed for three weeks and I had never missed a payment in all the years of living there. I took a few calming breaths and started up the work computer, plugging in my laptop and phone under my desk. I didn't want the distraction of them in front of me and now I didn't trust my workmates enough to leave them on my desk.

my conversation with the police had made things very clear, my foe had gained access to my devices at my office and targeted me from that location. All of of it had been orchestrated before I even left the country. They had gained access to my phone first, then my laptop, even though I rarely brought it to work. Unlike a typical case of fraud, I had been targeted on purpose and the attacks timed to the exact point that I couldn't stop them.

If someone was out to get me, it made no sense, everyone got on in this office. Kelly made sure it ran smoothly, by force if necessary. Sometimes it was scary how quickly people got over their grudges with her persuasive techniques, it was probably because she was in sales. There wasn't anyone I could think of that had even argued with me for longer than ten minutes. Could I trust her? Kelly had always been a supportive friend but according to the police, everyone at my workplace was a suspect.

First I should figure out where I would stay tonight, maybe I should ask Kelly, no.. I couldn't stay with anyone from work. Soon the office was filled with my colleagues but I couldn't talk to anyone about my situation. I groaned, there was only one place I could stay until this mess was sorted, mum's house in the box room, the place I never wanted to go back to.

Clearing my mind, I got back into the flow of work and found that things weren't so bad. At least I had that option of a place to stay, I had to look on the bright side, by the end of the week all of this would be over. During lunch I popped into the bank with my passport and sorted everything out, money wise. The good thing about central London is the main branches of most businesses have their offices close by so I also sorted out my phone.

My bank had agreed to pay all outstanding bills on my account but as single payments not direct debits so all my debts were gone. I now had a bank account, money, but no card so no way to use it. Next week I could pick up my card from this branch and get everything started but how would I survive without money in that time?

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Poor Jenny, will she be alright? You know she will! Next week Jenny vs her evil landlord, see you then!