The sun had barely risen when Georgia heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find two men standing outside, holding toolboxes and cables.
“Good morning, ma’am. We’re here to install the CCTV cameras,” one of them said politely.
Georgia nodded and stepped aside. “Come in.”
The men walked inside, scanning the living room and hallways.
“I want cameras in the living room, kitchen, hallway, and by the front and back doors,” she began, walking them through her home. “Also one outside facing the street.”
“Got it,” the older man said, jotting notes on his clipboard.
She paused in front of her bedroom door. “But not in the bedroom. Just one outside the door, that’s all.”
“Yes ma’am. Understood.”
Damien stood by the wall, arms crossed, watching as the men got to work. Wires were stretch
