Christopher's POV
It’s been a week since we moved into the penthouse, and things have been going just fine or at least, I think they have.
Living here was easier than I thought and much more fun. There was a private elevator that took us up to the penthouse from the ground floor, and only Dante and I had access to it.
No one could get in without our approval.
That made it not only very secure but also easy to use.
I had resumed at the office, and Dante had a whole office space designed for me. It was right next to his, and he mostly spent time coming into my office to stare at me.
I was supposed to use the empty accountant office that had been left, but Dante insisted I move to an office right next to his.
It was a compromise I had to make because his first demand was that I have a desk right next to his in his office and after multiple arguments…
I couldn’t call them arguments. Rather, after multiple back and forths, we had decided on me having my own office next to his.
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