Paralysis

There are a few things I learned when I began living in the penthouse. Austin’s lifestyle is vastly different from mine. Not because I’m dirt poor, but because even from the standpoint of a normal working-class citizen, the Cane’s are so far up the ladder that it’s not even funny.

The Cane’s are what can be considered old rich. They’re filthy rich, to be completely honest. It’s the sort of money that you can’t even fathom one can have in a single lifetime. I don’t know why Austin would rather work himself to death if he had all that fortune but to each their own.

One crucial thing I learned though is that with all that money comes access. The man has his own elevator to his penthouse. There’s a separate access for it in the other lifts. It’s that private. That means whenever I could, I took the lift straight to the basement. Just so people won’t gossip about Austin and his girlfriend.

But not this time. Because I couldn’t even contact Ronnie. I needed to get my phone from my therapis