The guard tapped his tablet’s screen as the car’s occupants called out their names. “For security purposes,” he said while taking pictures of the three men and the woman. The hulking rent-a-cop nodded at his uniformed partner who pressed a device strapped to his wrist. The wrought iron gates swung inward, and the Uber driver inched up the driveway.
“Mother of god! This place’s insane.” Bliss sat in back, between Chipper and Zion, while Bryce had the front. “Thanks again for inviting me, guy