215 Lexington Avenue New York Novels & Stories

"I know, sweetheart. That's why you belong with me." Sloane’s phone vibrated against her thigh. She looked down at the dark glass as the car accelerated onto the Henry Hudson Parkway, speeding away from Washington Heights and carrying her straight back into the lion's den of Midtown Manhattan. [ LUS SYSTEM - TIER 4 DIRECTIVE #084 ] LOCATION UPDATED: THORNE TOWER EXECUTIVE SUITE NEW DIRECTIVE LOADING...

In the days that followed I noticed how often Samantha left for meetings outside the company. The calendar blocks were vague, the locations always off-site. Part of me wanted to ask. Instead I chose to trust her and kept the questions to myself. At the same time Lawrence contacted me about MagentaX’s expansion in New York. Everything was already in place, a 26-floor building near Fifth Avenue, purchased and cleared for occupancy, renovation plans waiting only for my final approval. I went to inspect it myself. The lobby smelled of new sealant and dust. The structure was solid, the floor plates clean, the location strong enough to carry the name.

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

It should have been ME, ME and only ME! I head straight over to 54th Street, 75th Avenue, Manhattan, New York, YES, that’s my effing house. The taxi driver dropped James’s mystery girl at this address. Momma and Beatrice were in the Hamptons, only Ella was at home or maybe she wasn’t, I shall soon find out.

If only Victory is aware of what Arthur truly desires, but then again, that's a story for another day. Taking note of the time, she quickly picked up her forest green Chanel boy and left her apartment. She definitely cannot be late for her first custody hearing. ********** Twenty minutes later, her car pulled up in front of a colossal, grey, classical Roman style building. The U.S. Supreme Court building in New York is a granite-faced hexagonal structure that was built in 1913. The building is located on Foley Square, in the Civic Centre neighbourhood of Manhattan. As a trial court, the Supreme Court covers the general jurisdiction in the New York State and that also includes a family court.

She stood up without thought and walked out of the building into the dark with Jackson following her in a scrupulous manner. “Lucia!” he called after her. “Leave me alone!” she shot back. It was a big house set in the heart of New York City. Three acres. That was the expanse of the house and premises that was the Avanti's mansion. Fleets of cars, horses in their stable, the large garden, and the driveway were the things you would behold after leaving the gate where tight security was mounted. It was dark and the lines of the lamp across the compound shone their lights on the place.

Kate raised her head, her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the image on Alexander's phone. "This building is for my fashion house?" she asked incredulously. Alexander nodded, a proud smile spreading across his face. "It's located in the busy center of New York, and I've already arranged for lots of fabrics and materials to be delivered there. It's all yours," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

CHAPTER 3: THE PLAN The black town car Jane sent pulled up to a gleaming high-rise in Manhattan's Upper East Side. Lyra stepped out, squeezing her worn shoulder bag against the light rain that had followed yesterday's downpour. The driver nodded toward the entrance without a word. Inside, the lobby smelled of money, polished marble, fresh flowers, and whatever perfume the cleanly dressed receptionist wore. "I'm here to see Jane McCormick," Lyra said, trying to ignore how out of place her thrift store clothes looked.

Rex nodded at me before he opened the door. "Morning, Ms. Flora." I slid into the backseat while clutching my large purse tightly. "Good morning," I returned. The entire ride was silent. We pulled up to the gleaming high-rise in the financial district, with the name "Romano Incorporation" displayed in large silver letters above the top five floors. My stomach heaved as I rode the elevator to the top floor. The doors opened to reveal a space that screamed money and power. It was all glass, chrome, and expensive artwork. These were details I hadn’t been able to take in the other night.

Then opened them with ice. “Get him here. Now.” “I’ve already called him. No answer,” Taryn replied, smooth as steel. “I was about to call Mrs. Wexley.” Preston didn’t respond. Just stood, walked to the window, and stared out over the Manhattan skyline like it was the only thing worth talking to. Wexley Penthouse, Upper East Side Sloane Wexley’s heels echoed across the marble floor as she stormed through the elevator doors and into her son’s penthouse.