Unplugged: Don't Mess With My Parking Spot!

The property management actually wanted me to pay my neighbor across the hall fifteen thousand dollars. All because I flipped the breaker to my own private parking spot.

I paid forty-five thousand dollars for that deeded underground parking space, which came with a private EV charging port.

For the past six months, my monthly electricity bill had been through the roof—hitting over a hundred dollars a month.

But I drove a gas-powered sedan.

The hybrid SUV that had been secretly plugging into my charger belonged to Brandon, the son of my neighbor across the hall, Mildred Gable.