215 Lexington Ave Nyc Novels & Stories

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.

​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 address Jessica provided wasn't a warehouse in Red Hook. That had been misdirection in case I showed the letter to authorities. The real location came via text at 8:45 AM: "Change of plans. Penthouse suite, 432 Park Avenue. Top floor. Come alone. The doorman is expecting you." 432 Park Avenue. One of the most expensive residential buildings in Manhattan. Luxury apartments with panoramic city views. Security cameras everywhere. The last place I expected for a confrontation with a fugitive.

There’s also a place for curtains to hang subtly whenever I don’t want the light streaming in. The apartment itself has 70 linear feet of views looking over Central Park. You don’t have to be a New Yorker to appreciate the address 220 Central Park South which of course is on the southern end of the city’s iconic park so the penthouse looks over the entire 2.5 miles of green to the north with Manhattan stretching out to the south

And the fifth. I kept scrolling. Studio in East New York: twenty-two hundred a month, "cozy" (read: claustrophobic), recent bedbug treatment. Room in a shared house in Far Rockaway: nine hundred a month, but the commute would take two and a half hours each way. I closed my eyes. This was fine. This was manageable. I'd survived worse. My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Luxury 1BR apartment available for immediate move-in. Upper West Side, 15 min walk to Central Park. Fully furnished, utilities included. $1800/month. Serious inquiries only. Text for details and viewing.

Blakely decided to trust Nickson and let the man take her to his penthouse on 5th Avenue. Had she not been so exhausted last night, she would have admired the whole place in Nickson's splendid penthouse. This time Nickson’s property is not black and gray, but a sapphire blue that looks very beautiful when combined with the view from the large windows overlooking the sparkling heart of New York City.

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.”

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.

A rlington Avenue, might be one of the easy going towns in Brooklyn, New York, but deep inside its heart laid one of the dopest buildings in all of Brooklyn, the lighthouse. The lighthouse made more crazy noise than the entire Yankee stadium and had more lightening on its dance floor than ‘club la-vela,’ the largest nightclub in the United States of America.

--- The cab halted in front of one of the oldest and most luxurious apartment buildings along the corner of 5th Avenue and E 63rd Street. Jesse got out of the cab and ran to the other side, opening the door for K like a real gentleman. "Let's go," he grabbed for her hand, and they walked up the pavement to the beige marquee that matched the exterior foundation of the extravagant building. "Mr. Akerman! How lovely to see you, Sir," the pudgy African-American doorman who looked like he was in his early forties greeted Jesse before they entered the marble lobby. He had a huge, contagious smile. His eyes gleamed and seemed genuinely delighted to see Jesse.