Matias
The problem with having friends who possess keys to your private elevator is that they occasionally intrude upon your personal space forgetting that a married man’s penthouse is no longer a bachelor pad. It was Thursday morning, and the penthouse was experiencing a rare moment of domestic tranquility. My wife was currently sprawled on our plush yellow rug in the foyer, using Barney as a very fluffy cushioned backrest while she scrolled through the Bamboo investing app. I was standing in the kitchen, carefully measuring out exactly eighteen grams of light roast coffee beans, when the private elevator chimed.The heavy brass doors slid open.
"Matt! Tell me you have something stronger than tap water, because the traffic on the bridge was a literally.."
Mac stepped out of the elevator
