Max sat impatiently by the massive front door as Jennifer closed it behind her. The door, full on metallic, inches thick could detect when someone had the access card with them and knew when to lock down the condo. It was special ordered from North Korea; the importing costs alone had to be five figures.
A voice rang out just as Jennifer took her first step off the concrete patio, "This home is armed. Please leave the area." The robotic voice was just one of the Level one features Derrick had installed specifically for his condominium. Why he felt he needed all this safety lock down no one enters equipment was beyond Jennifer as she was accustomed to one doorknob lock and a half functioning deadbolt.
This side of town did see much crime either. You know, except for your parents randomly showing up and trying to barge in for God knows what reason. Soon, if she were lucky, Jennifer would know why they were here and possibly a way to get her parents out of her bunne
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