That's bad luck, you know?" Pablo said, chuckling… "Nah..dumb ass. it's because it will bring up a very bad, deep and hard fuck, that's why they tag it as bad luck… there's nothing there." He said, making Isabella turn red like a tomato, out of embarrassment. "Shut the fuck up love… jeez. Bye Emily, I need to go now… see y'all later." With that, she rushed out of the house, straight into the elevator.Pablo walked to my form with a smug smile. "How could you think I'll just give you the penthouse and not the building itself? Girl, you own it all." He whispered that last part more to me. "I had no idea, I only wanted the penthouse, not the whole hotel." I said. "Um. Okay… but is spreading out a crime? You spread out to HawaiI till you become so big that you'll need so many other managing directors then you'll call upon your board of directors, just that this time, they will all be under you." "That's very nice, you've got it all planned out for me yeah." I whispered to him. "