Chapter 25 - The DateDressed, and oh-so not ready for my date with Stefan, I strode out into the odd-shaped room—what I would refer to as the Octagon. Music played from several speakers. It was like I was in a concert hall. I knew it was only a CD, but it sounded so real it made me think there was a quartet playing somewhere in the penthouse.
I knew I was expected in the dining room to my left, but thinking about Dante's suggestion, I took a detour and stepped across the Octagon into the living room.
Aside from a panoramic of sky scrapers through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the room consisted of large-scale sofas wrapped in pigskin—yes, my Knowing told me pigskin—with over-sized miss-matching pillows strewn about to give it a casual look. Armless chairs were covered in that same
