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His eyes didn’t leave Asher’s, searching for a silent affirmation. “Go on,” Asher prompted, voice low, leaning back, eyes sweeping over Amanda as she met Caleb’s gaze, then shifted to him. Amanda’s lips pressed into a thin line, then she spoke, “It was tracked to a house we dug, belonging to a man named Jonathan Sinclair in Yorkville, Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York City.” She gestured slightly with one hand for emphasis, her expression neutral yet professional. Caleb’s eyes followed every movement, leaning back his head to Asher’s thigh, a quiet exhale leaving him.

Somehow I knew that Macy would be here, at this one. What I didn’t know was where exactly, or where Luca was keeping her. The address:110 Petersen Ave, was an enormous old factory that had been converted into a warehouse. I knew I’d gotten there when the cab passed by an old, red-brick wall, and I saw the place behind a set of gates, wrought-iron with1—1—0carved above them.

“Haven Tower, East 78th Street, Upper East Side.” Her apartment at The Haven Tower on East 78th was only a few streets from Ezra’s estate, The Belmont Estate on East 74th Street. It wasn’t just close, it was intentional. Ezra wanted her near enough to reach her within minutes, yet far enough that no one would suspect she was close to him.

" in a manner that made it abundantly clear that I was in the incorrect location. I introduced myself as Lexie Anderson, hoping that Mina had not forgotten to remind them that I was going to be there. I have something here for Ryder Williams, if he's interested. I pleaded with myself in silence, "Please don't tell me to leave it here." To my good fortune, all the concierge did was nod and point me in the direction of the elevator bank. There was a private elevator that went straight to his floor, and the concierge could call for it from where he was stationed. The elevator that took me up twenty-four floors was ridiculously plush, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Marble tiles, a chandelier

She had underestimated my bite, but she was already plotting a counter-strike. Lexi pulled out her phone and dialed the Steele Industries branch office. "Hello, Mr. Skimmer? It's Lexi Hart. I’ve heard about the plans to demolish the Pacific Street Cafe area for the new shifting grounds. I want to oversee the field operations personally. Can I visit the branch tomorrow?" On the other end, Randy Skimmer was quick to comply. "Of course, Ms. Hart. The daughter of the Lane family is always welcome. We’ll show you exactly how we handle 'stubborn' residents."

The car pulls up to the office building. Midtown Manhattan. Made of glass and steel. Forty stories. "This is where the lawyer works?" I ask. "Thirty-seventh floor," Caleb says. The driver opens the door. We get out. Cameras flash from across the street. Reporters are still following us. "Caleb! Are you here to challenge your father's will?" Caleb's hand is wrapped on my back. Guiding me inside. Revolving doors. Marble lobby. Security desk.

Alex got up and put on his suit jacket just as Brad buzzed him on the intercom. “The car is here for you, Alex. Try to relax and enjoy the moment. Remember, in our line of work, the cheers can turn into sneers in a New York minute,” The Grand Hyatt New York hotel was located on Park Avenue, just a short distance from the offices of Prelude Press. Rachel had an early meeting with Joan, and since it was an exceptionally gorgeous day, decided to walk the six blocks to the hotel. Figuring the luncheon would only take a few hours, she promised her editor to have the next three chapters of Guilty Pleasures finished and on her desk later that afternoon. Fortunately, she had taken her PalmX with her

ALICE RILEY Susan and I stepped onto the twelfth floor of the Scott Group office, where our designated cabins awaited, and I couldn’t help but pause in awe. The marble floors gleamed under soft, warm lighting, their polished surface reflecting the grandeur of the space. The high ceilings gave the floor an airy, open feel, while the sleek, contemporary design added an undeniable touch of sophistication. Workspaces were sectioned off by polished glass panels, each one striking the perfect balance between privacy and transparency. The entire setup exuded luxury—a stark contrast to the practical, no-frills environment of Lexis Consultants.

He had all the money in the world anyway. “Please wait a moment, Mr. Lidell. Let me check for you.” Jenny picked up the tablet and started looking for David. “Mr. Lidell, since the location of Block 1 is the best, there’s only one unit left. It’s on the top floor and it’s a large loft-style penthouse. It occupies the 37th and 38th floors of Block 1, and it’s the best unit in Block 1. The total area is 1300 square meters, so it’s a little costly. I don’t recommend you taking this unit.”

Jerome said, trying to persuade Leah to come home with him. "After all we are a married couple Leah, I am fully responsible for your safety," said Jerome who managed to make Leah lookup. Leah sighed, with the memory she now has, it seems that going back to Jerome's place which is also Leah's house is a very good choice. Finally, Leah nodded her head twice in agreement. ***** Jerome's penthouse is located on the 100th floor of a luxury apartment building right in the center of Manhattan, New York. A driver opened the car door for Leah, beside him Jerome was waiting impatiently. "This way," Jerome said, showing Leah the way to the private elevator that would take them to the 100th floor.