300 Brannan Street Novels & Stories

Murray Hill place - the new Copus peccate World Headquarters and conference center - in New York City. With a price tag of just over $56 million. The 140,000-square-foot tower is clad in red brick and Indiana limestone. The building contains over one hundred and twenty rooms, six dining rooms, libraries, living rooms, meeting rooms and offices. The second, eighth, and sixteenth floors contain chapels, ornamented will mill- work and marble. The seventeenth floor is entirely residential. Men enter the building through the main doors. Women enter through a side street and are "acoustically and visually separated" from the men at all times within the building.

Which, technically, I am. "Someone who actually recognizes those addresses." I walk to the screen. My heart is hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, wet and heavy. I point to the list Marcus submitted. "This building. 2847 Astoria Boulevard. That's low-income housing. Rent-controlled units. I know because I looked at an apartment there three years ago." I move my finger down. "This one? 3912 31st Avenue. Same thing. And this one—" My finger lands on the third address. The text is small, black and white, but it screams at me.

The blueprints were spread out, the address printed clearly at the top. Beatrice walked over to the desk and looked down at the papers. "So," she said, tapping a manicured fingernail on the blueprint, "this is the apartment you are designing for her?" "Yes," I said, walking over. "Zyran bought it today. It’s a rush job, but I’m going to make it beautiful. I want her to feel comfortable." Beatrice read the address on the paper: 1402 Lakeview Drive, Penthouse B. She froze.

“She won’t wait for the news. She has her own cameras.” They passed Mercy General’s staff lot. Dean’s space was empty. Still gone since 12:41 PM. Vivienne got to him first or scared him off. Either way, he wasn’t coming back to help. Zara stopped at the corner of 3rd and Holbrook. Twenty blocks from Benson Street. Twenty blocks from a condemned building with twenty two hours left on it. “We need a door,” she said. “Tonight. Twelve hours. Lockable. No cameras.” “Money,” Bastian said. Not a question. Just the problem.

Except these are nerdy linebackers and the most they probably know about football has the name Madden in it. "Plus I don't want you two here alone. The crime rate is ridiculous," Finn finishes with a head nod to Trey. Aspen smirks from her position still on the couch and picks fuzz from her brand new looking pants. "Crime, huh?" "Yes, six blocks down Van Ness Street a shop had a brick thrown through their window."

Chapter 130: So Typically Michael Brian smiled warmly as he welcomed Maggie and Bobby into his office. "I'm happy to have you here," he said, "I only wish it were under different circumstances." Maggie nodded mutely as she took in her surroundings. The law offices of Brian Murphy & Associates occupied a converted three-story building on W. 79th. The building had once been residential. The outer walls were exposed brick, and Maggie found that along with wood accents and details, everything worked together to create a comfortable, relaxed feel. Brian himself was casually dressed in khaki slacks and a white button-down shirt topped by a forest green V-neck cardigan. "This is a nice place,

“What’s the location?” Nathan asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the air. Marcel turned to him, confused. “What?” “I said what’s the goddamn location of the bastard’s address?” Nathan barked, eyes burning with fury. Marcel blinked rapidly, startled by the sudden rise in his tone. “Wait... Boss, calm down. You’re not thinking straight.” “Read it!” Nathan thundered, slamming his palm on the dashboard. Marcel sighed heavily, pulled out his phone and scrolled through the email. “It says 27 Shady Creek, Bronx,” he muttered.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Cold tingles run down my spine, I take another gulp of the latte, sighing in protest. I stare out the window, still wondering where this man is taking me to, finally. The car stops and I stare up ahead. The building is at least twenty storeys high, with its sleek, reflective glass facade, on the top of the building is scripted in silver shimmering letters, ‘Brookes Technology.’

“I'm going to open a branch at Zena. I've been here for some time and found a good location. The financial street is the best. It's accessible from all directions and has the most number of visitors.” Nolan stroked the corner of her lips with his finger and said, “The rent for one shop in the financial street is $6,000,000 a year.” “Why do you think I'm telling you right now?” Maisie blinked her eyes. He let out a boisterous laugh and replied, “Are you short of money now, Zee?”