Ethan's POV
I stepped into my penthouse, tossing my keys onto the marble counter. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a private light show just for me.
I flopped onto the plush leather couch, sinking into its embrace. The view of the city sprawled before me, a carpet of glittering diamonds in the night.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to Joshua's number. The call connected after two rings.
"Joshua speaking." His crisp, professional tone came through the speaker.
"Hey Joshua, it's Ethan Williams."
"Mr. Williams! How are you finding the penthouse? Is everything to your satisfaction?"
"The place is perfect. Actually, that's why I'm calling. I've been thinking about buying a penthouse."
"Oh? Are you not satisfied with this one?" A note of concern
