I step onto the marble flooring and hear my heel clicks echo through the entrance. My eyes are having a hard time registering the splendor they're seeing, and I'm weirdly focused on analyzing the echoing sound.
For my heels to echo, there needs to be a big enough space. Space in Chicago is not cheap. Especially in the downtown neighborhood this building is in. I know Cassio is rich, I've known it this whole time, but this is the first time I'm being confronted with the reality of what that means. Normally it just means a tailored suit, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.
I'll have to google his net worth at some point. I'm sure Tony already has and could tell me.
I'm looking up at the height of the ceiling, which must be high for there to be an echo, so I don't notice that I'm still
