Mean while, coming from the down town scene, Avé pushed the black gate remote atop her sunshade visor, and the iron gates of the mansion opened as she neared it. Allowing the SUV access through the long, picturesque driveway. The mansion was conveniently built far from the street side. Mira’s late husband didn’t like prying eyes scoping out his home. It seemed he himself was into more than their share of shady business ventures.<br/><br/>Soon, the rows of tall trees disappeared, and the mansion came into clear view. The driveway forked off into three separate directions. The middle lane would take her to the valet area, right up to the house. The left lane lead to the visitors parking. Where a few exotic bushes covered the cars, belonging to the ‘johns’ and dealers they had acquainted themselves with.<br/><br/>Veering off to the right, the fork in the road took her to a spacious concrete slab,  Avé shifted gears. Reversed her SUV onto the giant rectangular stall that nestled in a conspicuous spot surrounded by high hedges. The unknowing bystander could have mistaken<em>that</em>as the Hummers parking stall, until Avé hit yet another remote control. This one taking the car down into the ground. The slab was a giant elevator that lead to the property’s underground garage, which housed countless modes of transportation the twins had collected over the years.<br/><br/>Taking her car to the area where the other SUVs were kept, Avé turned off the engine and pivoted in her seat. Looking at both girls, her eyes settled on Morgan. “Here we are.” She almost wanted to say ‘home-sweet-home’, but refrained from the cliché. For one thing, Avé didn’t really believe this place was her home. Most of the activity involved in the mansion was work related. And while she had her own room in a private wing, it still felt like a place of work. Because her job was an ongoing task of a more sinful form of babysitting.<br/><br/>Her boots clanked on the garaged floor as she walked to the elevator. Now that they were in the compound, Avé’s attentiveness dwindled a tad bit. If the girls didn’t want to spend the night in a cold and lonely garage, they needed to fall inline. Otherwise, the lockout elevator was going close for the night, and Avé to leave their asses down there until the next day.