215 Lexington Ave Nyc Novels & Stories

Jade bent her neck, staring up at the hotel. It was nothing short of modern, located on what was known as Billionaire's Row on 57th Street. Every level of the large tower was made of reflective glass that cast off prismatic gleams from the surrounding city lights. She could barely make out the brightly-lit night sky between the narrow spaces of the surrounding buildings.

“He was the one who ran over Nathan. Good riddance.” The first penthouse looked great, but I could tell from her eyes it wasn't what she wanted. The second, third and fourth ones were the same. She said she liked them, but I could tell they weren't the ones. We stood on the balcony of the last apartment we were viewing at 157 W 57th St., and Lucille’s eyes were sparkling. The sky was a mixture of beautiful hues of reds and oranges, and pinks and purples. Only a quarter of the sun could be seen.

30th floor, 10 West End Avenue. One of New York’s most prestigious luxury condominiums, where the lowest-priced unit cost no less than two million dollars. Jerome was among the lucky few who could afford one, a two-bedroom condo with half of its walls made of glass, offering a sweeping view of Manhattan’s skyline.

It brings out your eyes when you’re lying. My fingers go numb. I stare at the last one. How the hell does he know what tie I picked? I hadn’t even decided until I knotted it. I shove the phone in my pocket and head out. The drive to Victoria Island is a blur of okada swerving between cars and hawkers balancing trays of plantain chips. Apex Ventures looms at the end of Ozumba Mbadiwe Avenue,glass and steel stabbing into the sky, the kind of building that screams money and secrets. I badge in at 7:58, nod to security, take the lift to the 14th floor. Open-plan chaos already in motion: analysts shouting over cubicle walls, coffee machines hissing, printers spitting reports.

He looks around her, he's deeply focused on everything, he likes her, and if he's having a good time, Alek and I are too. The other point, when the time is almost around noon, is Fifth Avenue, this is the most famous and commercial street to visit in New York. This large avenue, which crosses the city from north to south, is full of shops, some luxurious such as Tiffany & Co, known for the “Breakfast at Tiffany's” scene, and others more popular such as the Apple or Disney store. These most exclusive stores are concentrated between 34th Street and 59th Street, I insist that Alek walk through that section just to see the windows. I know I could ask him to buy me anything he falls in love with,

The limo stopped in front of Kieran’s loft in the Greenwich Village, or the Village, a neighborhood on the west side of Lower Manhattan, the heart and soul of the American bohemian culture. They stepped out of the car and Paxton practically dragged her towards the main entrance of the building. Rhiannon chewed a nail as he jammed the key into the door. Maybe if she deliberately irritated Paxton, he’d decide looking after her wasn’t worth it after all.

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

Zeke's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white with tension. "Do you think this could be a trap?" I asked, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at me since we received the message. "It's possible," Zeke admitted, his eyes never leaving the road. "But we can't afford to ignore it. We need to find out what's going on." We arrived at 1457 Lexington Avenue, a sleek, modern building that stood out among the older structures on the street. As we stepped out of the car, I felt a chill run down my spine. There was something off about this whole situation.

His hand was still in mine from the gallery and neither of us had let go and I didn’t intend to. “Lunch?” Felix said. “Yes” I said. “Somewhere expensive?” “Obviously,” Tristan said without turning from the window. Felix grinned and pulled out his phone to make a reservation and outside Manhattan kept moving and somewhere in a federal building on Pearl Street Xavier Lancaster was beginning to understand what the rest of his life was going to look like. I looked at the city through the window and thought about a woman in a facility upstate who’d asked about her daughter every year on her birthday. Today felt like the right day to go see her.

The silence inside the car felt expensive. “Is this really necessary?” I muttered. The men up front didn’t turn. “Mr. De Castello’s instructions, ma’am.” I exhaled sharply. Outside the window, Manhattan moved like a film reel. People walking fast, clutching coffee, clutching problems. I pulled out my phone and searched the address Catalina had sent earlier. West 27th Street. Three-story building. Former photo studio, she’d said. Owner still holding the deed, willing to sell fast.