“Here we are,” Lucas said as he pulled up to the gate and waited for the intercom to crackle to life.
“Name?” the haughty voice asked.
“Luke, as if you don’t have me on camera William.”
“…Yes Master Stanton. Do come in.”
The gate opened allowing him to pull into the driveway before closing behind him. People on the street paused to watch as it was unusual for someone to come and go from the property but he paid them no mind.
Unlike most retired billionaires Alice Stanton did not live in some fancy, sprawling estate. Her home was located in Brighton Beach and though it was certainly a home worthy of her it was small and understated compared to the large mansions owned by the DaLairs, Prescotts or Worthingtons. But that was the way she liked it.
The three-story mini-mansion had everyt
