Inside a sealed compartment, five people stood before a massive metal door. They were an unlikely group—three men and two women, each distinct in stature and demeanor. One of the men, a lanky figure with sharp, calculated movements, stepped forward. Without hesitation, he pressed his hands against a biometric scanner embedded in the wall. All five of his fingers splayed across the glowing red surface. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a soft beep echoed in the confined space, and the scanner's glow shifted to green. With a low mechanical hiss, the heavy door slid open.
Bill couldn't help but smile as the entrance to the VVIP section of his garage revealed itself. He had come a long way. When he first started this business, people had called him foolish. The idea of leasing out garage spaces to the ultra-wealthy had seemed absurd to them. "They're rich," skeptics had scoffed. "Why wouldn't they just build their own garages near their homes?"
