Mackenzie’s POV
I don’t really understand what is happening, my bakery is overrun with men who are running cables, installing cameras, and a security system that looks a lot more expensive than my budget can allow.
‘Miss, if you come here, I’ll show you how to set this’ a tall blonde man in tight fitting jeans calls to me.
Walking out from behind the counter, I step through the door that leads to my kitchen, which is where they’ve put the alarm panel.
Reaching the small door that separates the kitchen from the stairs leading to my apartment, I stop beside the worker who starts to explain the system to me.
‘So, you push this button, type in your code that you picked earlier, hit the green button there and then you will get five beeps to leave the store and close the door. The alarm wil
