HARPER'S POV:By Saturday morning, I'd finally stopped trying to convince myself the whole thing was a dream.It was real. I was actually living here.Thursday and Friday disappeared into collecting my key card, moving my things from the motel, and trying to understand the high-tech condo.The blinds opened themselves at seven every morning whether I was awake or not, the thermostat kept adjusting the temperature whenever I entered a room, and I'd managed to turn on the bathroom mirror lights illuminating the entire ceiling when I touched it by accident.I still wondered why my accommodation had been approved so quickly and whether this was just some random unit owned by the company. But it was mine for now, and I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.Nicole had sent three messages asking if I was alive. The girls had sent eleven.So, first thing this Saturday morning, with my hair wrapped in a satin scarf, wearing denim shorts and a tank top, I stood in the hallway outside
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