“Do you have an appointment?” the guard asked, snapping Maisie back from her momentary shock.
She bit her lips, looked around her car and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. You’re not allowed to enter,” the guard said with sympathy in his eyes. He knew Maisie, but orders were orders.
“What? Since when do I need an invitation to visit my grandfather?” Maisie snapped, pushing the door open.
“Ma’am, the boss’s orders are clear. You and your family are no longer allowed on the property without an appointment.”
That was the second time in a row she was receiving the blow, but it still didn’t make any sense to her. She ignored the guard and attempted to walk past him when he grabbed her hand.
“You are no longer allowed to enter this house, ma’am, unless you have been authorized to. I would
