Chapter II: The Smug HOA President
Evelyn threw her head back and let out a sharp, mocking laugh, tapping her clipboard with her manicured fingernails.
"I run the HOA, and I know exactly whose vehicle this is!" Evelyn barked with supreme entitlement. "Commercial-tinted guest vehicles parked past the seventy-two-hour covenant window are subject to immediate immobilization and a five-hundred-dollar administrative release fine. Lock it down!"
The technician hesitated, pulling his wrench back from the lug nuts: "Ma'am, the plates on this SUV have exempt government registration—"
"I don't care if it belongs to the Queen of England!" Evelyn interrupted sharply. "In Palm Crest, the HOA bylaws are the law! Finish clamping the wheel!"
The technician tightened the lock, the yellow steel clamp snapping firmly into place over the alloy wheel.