The matriarch of the Atticus dynasty's car stopped in front of Ace's house, and her driver honked to draw the attention of the gate guy.
After about three successive honks, the pedestrian gate opened, and the gate guy stepped out of the house.
"Can I help you?" He asked, walking over to the car that kept interrupting his nap.
The driver carrying the matriarch, rolled down the windows, and stretched his neck out to converse with the gate guy. "Could you open the gate please?" He requested.
Frank chortled mockingly. He had gotten in trouble one too many times for letting just anyone in. Ace had warned him that the third time would be the charm that eventually sent him parking out of the house.
A job that gave him a roof, endless amounts of food, and good money was not something he planned to lose to another.
It would only end up in a tragedy where he either killed himself, or killed his replacement.
