Complain letter

When I got home, Leslie didn't say much but she broke into the den and turned on her computer. I was surprised to see her interested in something other than cleaning, practicing yoga, reading, and listening to music, but I didn't want to disturb her, so I decided to take a walk. After strolling around the corridor for a couple of hours and not finding anything suspicious, I couldn't help but come back to the management office on the first floor, simply because my heart was still haunted by last night's security footage. Wang is standing next to the gate, and inside the management room, he is lying on the table asleep. Seeing such an "excellent" work ethic, I was no longer surprised that the gentleman was able to enter and exit Leslie's home freely - I guess I need to urge Leslie to submit the complaint letter.

I took advantage of the fact that the sales clerk had turned to fiddle with the speakers to quietly say to Leslie, "It's a better deal to get the one on the right." It didn't