Novel & Cerita Spencer Reid Apartment

The rays of the early morning Sunlight travelled through the opened small white wooden window of the room, illuminating the space around him. Wearing a grey coloured V-Neck T-shirt and just his red striped boxer cladding his lower waist, Spencer scanned the sh*t hole of a place called a Self contained Apartment he rented ever since he resigned from the Agency. Located near the woods and far away from people, this one room apartment built from wood was all he needed ever since he decided to resign five years ago.

One could even get killed if care was not taken. But in the uncompleted buildings, Spencer, the leader of the group that rented the spaces, was the son of a ruthless gangster hence, their protection was sure. But Spencer was really a jackass. Whatever he and his no good friends wanted from one's property, they must have it or such a person would get beaten up and thrown out to the streets, banned from the 'kingdom'. Most times they asked for extra money aside the rent fee. The squandered it all on girls, alcoholic drinks and cigarettes.

On the way back to the car, two kids I recognize from her wedding picture run right into her legs as their mother squeezes and kisses her! After we leave what is apparently a hotel Spencer converted into an apartment complex, we head to a laundromat. This place is filthy, I can’t believe people wash their clothes here! Amory is grossed the fuck out with her OCD going into overdrive. She counts the machines quickly and makes a note of it before she has me measure the office and storage room while she waits outside. When I join her, she’s making notes on her phone!

I was going to truly miss it here. I was going to truly miss Joseph, but I didn’t think he was going to miss me and that broke my heart even more. Did I really mean this little to him? I got into Claire’s car, and we drove for about 30 minutes before we got to the first apartment. It had a modern look and was quite spacious. It had a washer and dryer in the unit, a large bathroom, and two bedrooms. There is a full kitchen with granite countertops and large windows that overlook the city.

"But… it's been so many years. I honestly can't recall which hospital it was." … That afternoon, Sydney went to the lab as usual. With a key medicinal ingredient out of stock, she wrapped up early and headed home. On the way, Tiffany called. "Babe, almost forgot. The other apartment? The agent said it got rented yesterday." Sydney had two apartments from the divorce, both in Haven. One was her current place, and the other was across the hall. With only two units per floor and two elevators, they rarely ran into each other.

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

"The security and medical facilities here are top-notch, so it's the perfect place for Mrs. Ferris to recuperate." "I can't accept this," Natasha said, refusing immediately. I looked at her. "It's not for you. It's for Mrs. Ferris. The rent will be deducted from the money I still owe you." She fell silent. Mrs. Ferris stepped in to smooth things over. "Natasha, Spencer means well, so quit being so stubborn." Natasha couldn't win against the two of us, so she had no choice but to follow us upstairs. The apartment was a top-floor duplex with a terrace.

“You can sleep in my apartment. It’s across the hall.” “You rented the apartment across the hall?” “Yeah.” “Of course, you did,” Spencer muttered. “I’ll stay here. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much. At least not tonight.” “Me neither.” Will let his head fall into his hands. “So, what’s the plan?” “You’ll hear it in a second. I have a phone call to make. Stay there. You’re in on this too.” Will called Alex, who answered on the first ring. He put the phone on speaker so Spencer could hear.

I could only stare into his eyes for a minute for I felt like I would start crying. “I have to go – I’m sorry” that’s all I could manage. Then I kissed his forehead and left. That was the last time I ever stepped foot in his apartment. The next few weeks I spent avoiding his calls, dodging him at our usual go-to spots, and just overall trying not to bump into him anywhere. But somehow the city is only big when you least want it to be. I happened to be on a date with a digital artist and surrealist Painter named Spencer Lodge, Heir to the brilliantly named “Lodge Hotels” dynasty, at a 15th West Avenue paint-and-dine spot called “Dada”.

CHAPTER 33: A Date The apartment was supposed to be temporary. That’s what I told myself when I signed the lease six months, close to campus, cheap enough not to raise flags. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, narrow kitchen that still smelled faintly of paint and dust. A place to exist, not to live. Aidan moved in with two duffel bags and a box of books he didn’t remember buying. He stood in the doorway for a long time, staring at the space like it might rearrange itself if he waited long enough.