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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.

MATEO’S POV "Welcome to New York, Mr. Thompson." I stepped out of the car and looked up, the cold city wind hit my face. "It is a very tall building, Leo," I said, staring at the glass skyscraper in front of us. "Fifty floors, sir," Leo said proudly. He stood beside me, holding his tablet. "Right in the middle of Manhattan, the purchase was finalized while we were in the air so it is officially yours." "Let's go inside," I said.

“ Hello, how can we help you? From the other end of the phone. “ Hi, I would like to request a live-in maid for my Mom. I need a maid for cleaning at my Mother's residence at 102 Linden Street, Basement unit, Queens, NY 12754. The duties will include cleaning, laundry, cooking etc. Please let me know your prices, availability, and if the staff is vetted. Thank you”.

AUDREY Gabriel’s place was just as grandiose as he was. We first took an elevator toward his penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The space was cultured with full gray & white veins in the Italian marble floors and a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that peered across the beautiful view of Central Park.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was referring to her and not the sunglasses. Alex couldn’t contain her excitement as the car cruised along the busy streets of Manhattan. She enjoyed the scenery tremendously, marveling at the things she found fascinating. She couldn’t believe New York City was so crowded. The buildings were sky high, the footpaths crammed with people, and the roads jammed with cars. The pollution was probably up there as well; she was sure. Jayden slowed the car down along 5th Avenue and parked in front of a tall building famous for its jewelry.

He pressed a few numbers, then put the object to his ear before speaking to someone named Jack. “I need a luxury apartment in Manhattan with a great view. It doesn't matter how much it costs me." Lexie prevented her own mouth from opening. Little did she know that Rafe Wilder was the most powerful and arrogant man in NYC. He can get expensive apartments easily with just a snap of his fingers. Even now he could see a sinister smile etched on Rafe's face. “The apartment is in the name of Lexie Harlow. My assistant will take care of the payment. And I want the apartment keys delivered to my house today. Thanks. Nice doing business with you, Jack-Jack."

Cecily moved away from the window, swiping her car keys from a cupboard as she decided—she would follow them. Lexie parked her car in front of the address she'd received as a text. Standing at the main doors of the building, she gaped at the skyscraper, admiring its intricate design. The glass doors slid open, and she walked in with Martha, who was also in awe of the place. How lucky did one person have to be to live in a place like this? Lexie was admiring the glaring white interior of the building as a strong scent hit her nose. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place who it belonged to. As soon as she caught sight of messy auburn hair, however, emerging from a corner with two othe

Like she was reading my mind. She pulled out her phone from her apron. “What’s your address, pretty?” “221B Baker Street, New York, NY 10001,” I said without hesitation. Her eyes widened. “Wow, you must be loaded. That’s a fancy area. That’s where all the wealthy people live.” I laughed. “I wish. I’m just an average girl, trust me.” “I see,” she said, smirking. “Your Uber’s here in about three minutes. Take care of yourself . okay?”

But all I could do was sit there, holding Elena's hand, listening to the man who'd killed twenty-one people to prove a point. "I'm giving you another chance, Adrian. Twenty-four hours to reconsider." "And if I say no again?" "Then the next gas leak will be at Luxe Collective headquarters. 1847 Broadway. Seventeenth floor." My blood went cold. Elena heard it. Her grip on my hand tightened. "You know the address," Alexei continued pleasantly. "Where your beautiful wife works. How many employees does Luxe have on that floor? Forty? Fifty?" "Don't—" "Three PM tomorrow. If I don't hear yes from you by then, I'll assume you need another demonstration of how expensive principles can be."

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.