In the carefully controlled world of luxury gated communities—where flawless lawns and advanced security systems create a sense of absolute safety—I am the person most people choose not to notice. My name is Harold. I am fifty-six years old, and at Ridgeview Estates, I exist mostly as part of the background. I am the maintenance worker who clears the sidewalks, fixes blocked drains, and sleeps in a small storage room behind the property management office. To residents who pass me in cars worth more than I could earn in a decade, I am little more than a temporary presence, often...
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