They Stole My Mansion, So I Sent Them to Prison

The housekeeper's son stayed at my place every weekend he had off from school. Out of respect for the years his mother had worked for my family, I never said a word about it.

Then I came home one day to a keypad code that no longer worked—and a note taped to the door：

“Freeloading dogs not allowed inside.”

I tore the note off, knocked until the door opened, and asked the housekeeper：“What is this about?”

Her son was lounging on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, and he didn't even bother hiding his irritation：