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DENNIS THE VOYEUR
Chapter 02: Apartment 2 — Mr and Mrs Baker
Dennis settled comfortably into his high-backed, swivel chair in the basement control room below Regency Court apartments. He was surrounded by his various monitors, control panels and recording equipment. Before him on the large wall, was hung a curved 6-meter wide UHD OLED screen, capable of showing him any of the 130 cameras in amazing clarity, and even all of them simultaneously if Dennis so wished.
At this time, he knew all 8 apartments were unoccupied. Half had work ongoing and at various stages of development, whilst apartments 2 through 4 were ready for the tenants to return. As such most of the monitors around his work station were blackened in energy-saving mode.
Tonight, Apartment 2 would re-open and be occupied. It had previously belonged to a family with children, but now it was to be rented out to the newly-weds, Mr and Mrs Baker.
“Flo: Main screen: reception; Monitor 1: garage,” commanded Dennis.
The voice-controlled computer system switched the large 6-meter-wide screen to show the reception area of the building, while the smaller 36″ monitor to Dennis’ right, switched to show the garage area, which could house 16 vehicles. The electric gates were closed but could be raised by the residents using the electronic key-swipes.
In addition to the major changes to the apartments and the rather plush new reception area, Dennis had reluctantly concluded that he needed to employ a concierge or a security guard to control access to the building — and to ensure children were not granted access to the building. Mr Lorimer, the retained solicitor of the Trust, personally interviewed and recommended the hiring of James and Peter Hewitt; identical twin brothers who had been inseparable since birth and who were well qualified for the joint role.
The 36-year-old twins were identical in every way and even Flo, with her facial recognition software, was unable to separate them: Both stood 6 feet 4, with wide shoulders, muscular arms and had a hard-set jawline that looked as if it could not be broken. Both were former commandos, used to taking orders and were trained experts in unarmed combat. With such a skill-set, James and Peter were perfectly suited to carrying baggage into the building whilst keeping the riff-raff (especially children) out. Dennis insisted that at least one brother should remain on site at all times. To this effect, Mr Lorimer had offered the brothers Apartment 1, which was on the ground floor, in addition to a handsome wage. Each brother was paid a monthly wage of £8,000 each — a princely sum to them, for which they would do exactly as they were told, but this was just a drop in the ocean to Dennis; 7 minutes accrued interest to be precise.
Tonight, James was on duty and he sat behind the front desk using the built-in terminal. Dennis pressed two keys on the touchscreen and immediately monitor 2 on his left activated and showed him a mirror-image screen of the front desk computer system. James was playing Tetris. James was of little interest to him but Dennis was becoming impatient while he waited for the Baker’s arrival.
To pass the time, he decided to re-read the personal file of Mr and Mrs Baker, or to be precise for “Flo” the computer to read it to him.
“Flo: read me the highlights of personal file 2”
“Apartment two: Mr Steven John Baker and Mrs Sally Baker, maiden Pringle. Steve: 32; Finance Executive, Bullrings Bank; salary: £68,000 per annum. Sally: 29; Doctor, Charring…”
“Skip to physical appearance of Sally.”
“Sally: 5 feet 7, 145 lbs, 36:24:36C; Hair: blonde, shoulder length, natural; Sexual preferences: unknown at this time.”
“Physical appearance of Steve Baker?”
“Steven Baker: 5 feet 11, 175 lbs, medium build; Hair: ginger, collar-length; Sexual preferences: unknown at this time. ”
“Thank you, Flo,” acknowledged Dennis.
“You are welcome, Sir. ” Flo spoke in a sexy, husky, female tone. A marvel of programming and AI coupled with a seamlessly flowing recorded voice. Dennis had paid a former TV celebrity newsreader handsomely to record Flo’s voice.
Dennis saw movement on Monitor 1: The garage door was rising, a SUV entered and parked in Bay 2. As the doors of the car opened, Dennis shifted excitedly in his chair, “Here we go!” he exclaimed aloud.
Sally was the first to exit, her long slender legs extended out from the passenger side of the car and as she stepped out and looked about her, the other door opened and Steve’s taller frame stood up.
Both car doors clunked almost simultaneously, but silently in Dennis’ control room.
“Flo: restore volume from garage.”
Sally skipped around the car to excitedly cling to the arm of her husband. This was the first time they had returned to the building since they had signed the contract to lease the apartment so they had not yet actually seen the completed works in full.
Steve, with Sally latched onto his arm, strode to the rear of the SUV and popped the trunk. Steve reached in for their baggage but Sally had other ideas. She pulled her husband away, “Do it later, Steve. Let’s just go see it first,” begged Sally. Perfectly audible to Dennis in his control room.
As they entered the garage elevator, Dennis requested, “Flo: monitor 1, garage elevator.” He watched as Sally stood on tip-toes and planted a loving kiss on the Steve’s cheek as he pressed the only button.
By new design, the service elevator from the garage now only travelled up one floor to reception, where all guests would have to be vetted by James or Peter before continuing their journey to their own floor using the main elevator. It may seem a little awkward to the tenants when first using two elevators but Dennis was sure that they would become familiar with the process.
As the Baker’s stepped out into the reception area, James had already received notification of their arrival and had risen to meet them at the elevator door. He bowed his head in greeting, politely refusing a hand shake just as was his instruction “Good evening, Sir, Madam. I am your concierge, James. Welcome home. Shall I retrieve your luggage from the garage for you?” He took the car key proffered before escorting the Bakers to the main elevator.
“Flo: main screen Apartment 2, auto-follow mode, volume normal”
The 6-meter screen switched to the interior reception area of Apartment 2 just as the door swung open and Steve stepped in. Hurriedly, he scooped up Sally and, with her shrieks of joy, he carried her in his arms across the threshold.
“Flo: When were the Baker’s married?”
“3 months ago, sir, on April twen…”
“Enough.”
Dennis watched as Sally nuzzled her face into her husband’s neck while playfully kicking her feet against his outer thigh in mock resistance.
Their laughter was joyous and Dennis hoped that Steve would carry Sally to the bedroom to make love to her. No such luck. As he placed her down, she scampered off to look at the kitchen.