I watched the woman punch in the numbers with the confidence of someone who owned the place. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Standing at the keypad of my private security gate in broad daylight, she grinned over her shoulder and said to the two kids behind her, “Don’t worry,” Karen said. “It’s totally fine.
” The gate slid open with a familiar beep. And just like that, three strangers walked onto my land like it was some public park. I wasn’t home, but my cameras were. And as I sat there in a cafe across town watching the live footage on my phone, I nearly dropped my latte. That gate wasn’t just a fancy entrance.
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