I had just woken up at the hotel when I got a call from the realtor, Eric Wood."Mr. Scott, are you sure you want to sell the house?" he asked."Yes," I replied firmly."Is anyone currently living there?"I checked the security cameras on my phone.The living room was a mess. Empty liquor bottles were scattered across the carpet, while the lighting equipment and boxes from last night's livestream were piled on the couch.My girlfriend, Claire Dickson, was making coffee for her childhood sweetheart, Terry Boyle, while Mark Sullivan and Wayne Tucker were still asleep in the guest rooms.The four of them looked completely at home, as if the house belonged to them."It'll be empty by today," I told Eric.After hanging up, I opened the smart lock app.There were four permanent users—Claire, Terry, Mark, and Wayne. My name wasn't on the list.After the renovations were done, Claire had told me the lock system hadn't been set up properly yet and gave me a temporary passcode instead
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