52

I wake up to an empty bed the following morning. I rub my eyes and blink them. The bustling and rustling of the busy city below us can be heard. I mean this is New York , what am I supposed to expect.

I push the blanket aside and sit up on the bed with my feet not even close to the floor. I sigh and walk to the floor to ceiling glass walls that view the city. I itch my eyelids and push the white drapes aside. I look down at the city below the penthouse and they look tiny.

I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and yesterday’s incident flows into my head. Gangsters. Gangsters who wants him dead and also they want me as bait to get whatever thing they need from Gray. I don’t even blame them that much. What ever shitty business Gray did , I’m sure he hurt a lot of people. And this stupid shooting stunt isn’t ending any time soon. I drop the toothbrush and stare at my reflection. I look a bit weird because of last night’s stunt.