The Seplin community, the home of Audval Wells.
This was a two-story villa with a peaked roof, gray tiles and red bricks, set within a large yard boasting a lush green lawn, with two herringbone paths leading up to the front door.
Two cars were parked in front of the garage on the east side, a Mercedes and a pickup truck.
A white man with a full beard stood by the Mercedes on the phone, his right foot habitually resting on a tire,
"Fuck, are you an idiot?
That's my money...
I don't want to hear reasons, I only care about results. How you do it is your problem...
"Creak..."
The door of the villa opened, and a teenage girl and an eight or nine-year-old girl ran out of the house, followed by a tall, fashionably dressed white woman carrying a platter.
"Dear, afternoon tea is ready." The woman said as she placed fruit, pastries, and tea on the table.
