300 Brannan Street Novels & Stories

She slowed down, and turned backward, gently rubbing the box in search of the tag; she got it, brought it forward to have a better look. "Thirty -" She barely had a better look, when the wind drew the piece of paper out of her hand "Its Thirty...uh...Thirty Eight, I'm certain of it" she nodded and rode off. She came to a stop in front of a building, it was barely lighted inside -most of the lights were turned off. "Thirty eight Ale Avenue" She looked at the boldly written number, inscribed on a column that held together a piece of the gate. The gate seemed open.

She turned to Grant, who was busy talking to the chauffeur. “Why am I here, Grant? I thought we were heading to the airport.” “I have no idea, Miss. I’m just following Mr. Sylvester’s instructions.” The car entered the enormous gates of an iconic skyscraper. Central Park Terraces Brynne’s head swam at the grandeur of the building. She felt totally out of place. Why was she here? Who lived in such a grand place? She didn’t want to think of the obvious, her heart panicking at the thought.