The Smart Lock Finally Ended My Family’s Habit of Treating My Home Like Their Property
I answered Colette’s video call with the camera feed still open on my screen. She immediately demanded the code while Julian’s relatives stood behind her looking increasingly uncomfortable. Instead of arguing, I calmly repeated that nobody had permission to enter my apartment and that the old key had been copied without my consent. Then I told her the building manager had already been informed about the situation. Colette’s expression changed. She had expected another family argument she could eventually wear me down in. She had not expected a written record showing I had explicitly refused access before she arrived.
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