He had won. He had lost. He had become the very thing he hated.
Richard smiled. “That’s better. Here’s my final offer: Delete everything. I’ll give you one last payment—$100,000—to disappear. Move to a different city. Change your name. And I’ll delete my recordings of you.” Blackmailing My Neighbor -v2024-08-02- -Completed-
He didn’t mean to spy. But his fire escape wrapped around the building’s corner, stopping just two feet from Richard’s bathroom window, which was cracked open an inch. He had won
Leo didn’t sleep that night. He deleted the files. He packed a single bag. At 6:00 AM, he collected the $100,000 from Locker 117—a peace offering, or a bribe, depending on your morals. Richard smiled
Leo slipped the first note under his door at 6:00 AM. Mr. Vance. Nice bathroom tile. I prefer the view from the fire escape. The USB stick is safe. My silence costs $50,000. Deliver it to the locker at 24th Street Station. Locker 117. Code: 0802. You have 48 hours. Leo watched through the peephole as Richard read the note. The man went through five stages of grief in seven seconds: denial (a scoff), anger (crumbling the paper), bargaining (looking around the empty hall as if to negotiate), depression (slumping against the wall), and finally, acceptance.
He couldn’t sleep. The hum of his cheap air conditioner finally died, and in the sudden silence, he heard a sound from the unit next door. Not the usual muffled television or the clink of a whiskey glass. A voice. Low. Desperate.
Leo had lived in the shadow of 4A for three years. Not literally, but financially. Richard Vance was the kind of neighbor who made you feel poor without saying a word. Italian marble foyer? Richard paid for the upgrade. Roof garden? Richard’s name was on the donor plaque.