Unexpected Maintenance
A maintenance call devolves into unchecked desire, blurred boundaries, and unsettling power dynamics.
Melina loaded the washing machine with a dark load, added some detergent, and pressed ‘Start’. Silence. Nothing, except for a flashing cryptic error message on the display in the upper corner. ‘Well, fuck. I wonder if the apartment complex maintenance crew works on weekends.’ Melina mumbled to herself. After a little digging, she found the phone number. Fortunately, living in a large "luxury" apartment complex paid off, a...