215 Lexington Ave Novels & Stories

As soon as she got out of the elevator on the first floor, she saw the taxi, which was already waiting for her. Gwen gave the address of the laundromat to the driver, who sped away. When they arrived, before getting out of the car to get the clothes, she asked him to wait. In less than ten minutes she was back in the vehicle, giving out Alexander's home address. Twenty minutes later, she paid the driver before climbing out of the backseat of the car, holding the hangers, and stopping, appalled, looking at the luxury apartment building on the Upper West Side. Walking to the entrance, she smiled at the doorman who held the door open for her. Inside, the interior was filled with sunlight. she g

New York, USA. The Bentley pulled up in front of one of the great buildings on Fifth Avenue, near the Metropolitan Museum. They got out of the car and entered the building. The man who had always spoken to them entered the elevator with them, while the other two who accompanied him stayed in the car and continued on their way. They came to a large entrance hall to one of the apartments, with marble floors and walls covered with some paintings that they supposed must cost a fortune. A butler greeted them and led them across the hall to an office which looked more like a library, judging by the number of books. The butler asked them to sit down, while the other subject told them he was going t

The woman suddenly turned pale and her eyes widened. “B-but…” “Go to your table, Anna. We will deal with you later,” Brent said and motioned her to go away. After that they went inside the office. Wallace Empire Corp was located in Midtown Manhattan. Nestled between Central Park and towering financial landmarks. The eighty stories floor-to-ceiling glass walls mirrors the NYC skyline that looks stunning during sunset and stormy nights. It spans the entire 80th floor with 360 degree views of Manhattan. The only thing that made him in a good mood whenever he’s having a bad day.

The address Lucas sent on Sunday night was a building on Lexington Avenue, twelve floors, unremarkable from the outside in the deliberate way of buildings that housed things they preferred not to advertise. No signage beyond the street number. A lobby with two security desks and a receptionist who looked like she had been chosen specifically for her capacity to appear neither welcoming nor hostile. I arrived with Lillian at nine fifty-five Monday morning.

With the kind of mood he was in, she just couldn’t ask him anything. At last, the ambulance drove through the huge gates of a luxurious condominium in Battery Park, Manhattan. Symphony Terraces, Sienna read the name emblazoned on the huge panels on the wall with cascading wall fountains on either side. It was a beautiful waterfront property located along the Hudson River. The attendants helped Lucas into a wheelchair and they walked into his exclusive elevator that took them straight up to his penthouse.

​New York. Richard Hale's Office. Wednesday. 3:02 PM. ​Richard Hale’s office was on the thirty-fourth floor of a building on Park Avenue that had been making aggressive statements about its own importance since 1962. It was a space designed to shrink the visitor and expand the inhabitant, a cathedral of mid-century ambition where the air always smelled of cedar, expensive stationery, and the cold, metallic scent of filtered oxygen.

The place of new beginnings, 27 Great Ambrose Street, a traditional cast-iron loft, the duplex also has oversized windows, original wood-beamed ceilings, contemporary finishes, and views of the surrounding neighbourhoods and all the way down to the World Trade Centre. What more can I ask for? It has a direct elevator that provides access to both floors, which encompass 3,000 square feet of interior space and another 1,500 of outdoor space. The living room has three large north-facing windows looking up towards Astor Place, a wood-burning fireplace, and striking beamed ceilings. Adjacent to the living room is the dining room, situated under the double-height ceiling and skylight. The kitchen

And Ava let him. The intercom buzzed twice, then Gino’s voice came on. “We’re about four blocks from the Cooper Square Hotel.” They remained wrapped together until the limo stopped. The rear door opened and Ava watched Chase’s face as he caught his first glimpse of her family’s hotel. Yeah, he wore the holy-crap expression. The hotel, situated in the Bowery section of Manhattan was quite impressive, with its seemingly twisted tower, a modern architectural work of art, twenty-one stories tall, comprised of glass on all sides.

a pretty brown-skinned receptionist said as Asher let himself into the shop. Alice house is located on the upper east side of the fifth avenue. The store had the same semblance of opulence as the other luxury shops in the area. He recognized the shop's expensive decor as he stepped in. He also saw a couple of customers in the front room, checking out dresses on show. They were accompanied by the store's attendants who were at their beck and call. The store of Alice house like the rest of the fifth avenue is a statue of an elitist society. It was yet another means for the rich to flaunt their wealth. Asher of course wasn't free of such sins, he very well couldn't judge. "I have an invitation

Ethan Cross's penthouse occupied the top three floors of a glass tower on the Upper East Side, the kind of building where the doormen wore white gloves and knew every resident's net worth. Sophia stood in the marble lobby, clutching her mother's hand, feeling like an imposter in designer clothing.