Walk around the neighborhood

You've actually never walked around your new affluent neighborhood since moving in, so you take your time to explore. The houses around are like the mansion and most are about 10 minutes apart on foot. The first house you come across has high walls, security cameras everywhere and two mean looking guard dogs at the gate. Whoever lives here wants to be left alone.

The next house is surprisingly run down but you can picture its better days. It's a large estate with a mansion larger than Olivia's, but it looks like it has been abandoned for many years. The doors are not locked and you wonder around for a bit. There's still some furniture and kitchenware lying around, but apart from that it's empty.

Moving on to the next house, you're struck by how beautiful and luxurious it looks from the outside. Like the first house, it has high walls and a tall gate, though you don't see any security cameras or dogs. Through the front gate, you can see a large fountain in the front yard that leads up to a very modern looking building. You're about to walk on to the next house when a Porsche pulls up behind you and the gate opens.

The window lowers on the passenger side and an older man, probably in his 50s or 60s looks out at you.

"Young man, are you lost?" he asks. He has a distinctly British accent.

"Oh. No. I am just wandering around. I live in the mansion down the road."

"The Pinke mansion?"

You nod.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Nigel Farrington. Please, come in for some tea," he gets out to the car gingerly with a cane and shakes your hand.

"John," you offer your name as you peek into the car. A youngish brunette woman behind the wheel waves at you then drives ahead into the estate while you stroll in with Nigel, making small talk along the way.