"Ma'am, the guy's already swallowed his pride and apologized. Don't be so stubborn. Seems like he genuinely wants to build a life with you."
"Girl living alone in a place like this—come on, how pure do you think we believe you are?"
"You spread your legs, fake a few moans, and the cash shows up. Don't act like he's the one who owes you something."
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning—stunned first, then sick to my stomach.
I'd heard it in the residents' group chat before—people warning that a few of the guards on this team were crooked to the bone.
All bows and smiles for any homeowner who looked connected.
All filthy rumors behind the backs of young women who lived alone.
I hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
I'd told myself they drew a paycheck, so they'd at least stick to basic professional conduct.
I never imagined they could be this shameless.
But I wasn't about to fall into the trap of defending myself to them.
"I don't owe you an explanation. I'm a homeowner here, and right now I need you to remove the people harassing me."
The moment I said it, both guards dropped their smirks and stepped aside.
"Homeowner? How about you show us some ID and your purchase contract first?"