Novel & Cerita Suits Harvey Specter Apartment

Her professional smile became genuinely warm and accommodating. "Of course, Mrs. Dettling! I completely understand. Mr. Thaddeus Ashworth lives in apartment 1009 on the ninety-first floor, and Mr. Thaddeus Jacob is in apartment 501 on the fifty-ninth floor. The elevators are just around the corner to your right. Would you like me to call ahead to let them know you're coming?" "No, thank you. I'd prefer to surprise him," I replied, grateful for her helpfulness while internally cringing at how I'd had to use my married name to get the information I needed.

"Ha! What shortsighted fools. I've got three million dollars in cash hidden in the ceiling and another 110 pounds of gold inside the walls. There's a fortune right here, and you still think I'm a dump? "Birds of a feather flock together. The woman can't recognize value when she sees it, and the guy is a spineless pushover. They're perfect for each other!" My legs turned to jelly, and I almost fell to the floor. There were another three million dollars in cash stashed in the ceiling? I couldn't help but glance up. The apartment was in an old concrete-panel building, with a simple drop ceiling installed. Nothing looked out of place. Peter hurried over. "Milo, you think this place is actually q

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

He didn't look like the confident, vibrant man I once knew. "Are you here for me?" he asked. I pushed down the tangled feelings in my chest and forced a smile. "Let me introduce you to my lawyer, Mr. Arthur Sage. He's handling the divorce papers." This was the central business district, housing offices of the top companies and firms across the city, so running into Harvey wasn't surprising. His colleagues were about to cheerfully call out to me, only to realize that they'd stumbled upon an awkward situation and excused themselves for lunch.

“Will do.” An hour later, he parked the car in the underground parking of the apartment building. Then he took the elevator up to the thirty-fifth floor where their unit was located. “Tadaima,” he said as he came in through the door. “Okaeri.” He heard Haru’s voice sing from a distance. He came into the open-plan living area to see the place set up lavishly, which pleasantly surprised him. He must admit their apartment looked like a suite in a five-star hotel.

Her smile was as beautiful as a fully bloomed flower. Harvey just stood there and could not look away. After Vicky expressed her gratitude, she started to look at the flowers and did not notice the look on Harvey's face. Suddenly, the phone rang and pulled Havery back to reality. He picked up the phone. "Boss, I have bad news!" His subordinate sounded very anxious. "A few strangers appeared at the apartment you're at now. I think your place isn't safe anymore!" The look in Harvey's eyes changed. "Okay. I understand."

Yes, she was a businesswoman in her past life but her only business revolved to a restaurant and not that complicated to understand. When the tour ends, they went to Harvey’s office. It was huge with white and black color combination. Well, you can expect it since, the whole fortieth floor was the Chairman’s space, even if there’s a conference room and the office of his Assistant and pantry, his office room still bigger than usual. The office has a floor to ceiling window, with sofa and a coffee table, two chair in front of his desk. A closed cabinet perhaps for important files. There’s also a beautiful painting but she’s not familiar whoever the artist was. A flat and wide screen. “Just wai

If anyone would enjoy ruining Harvey, it has to be him: Warren Fletcher. Harvey's long-time rival, practically his archenemy. A man who had made his interest in me publicly known several times even when he knew I was married to his rival and I never talked to him, mainly because Harvey hates him. With my destination in mind, I boarded a cab and headed to Fletcher's Law and Justice. It was a thirty-minute ride and I arrived before the firm. The firm was a gigantic skyscraper, it stood tall and wide. I walked into the wide circular driveway, the plaza enormous, bordered by trimmed edges, modern sculptures, and employees in suits bustling past.

And the toppershe greeted them at Apartment 9B with a faraway look of condescension, like they were carpet cleaners there to roll up one of the Persians. I don't know what I can tell you that I haven't already told the police," Helen Swisher said as she led them through a palladium arch into the living room, a formidable expanse overlooking Park Avenue. Will stiffened at the decor and furnishings--all this fineness, a lifetime's salary shoveled into one room, decorators-gone-wild heirloom furniture, chandeliers and rugs, each the price of a good car. "Nice place," Will said, his eyebrows arched.

His head of security suggested stopping for a heavier coat before they went to the address his people had traced. Adrian refused. "You go," he said. "I'm staying right here." The address belonged to a luxury apartment tower above a row of high-end offices and shops, the kind of place with heated stone, discreet doormen, and glass that turned the whole lobby into a column of gold against the snow. According to the assistant, Scarlett lived upstairs. Or Stephanie did. Adrian stood on the sidewalk and stared at the entrance as if enough force of will could summon her down to him.