"This just got on market a few days ago and was instantly booked by your company," The realtor, a middle aged guy in a sharp burgundy suit explained, assessing me from beneath his round glasses.
"I see," I muttered because there was nothing else to say. I was in awe but I guess the realtor thought I was disinterested because he instantly rushed ahead and opened the glass double doors through the living room that lead to the terrace garden.
"Polished laminated cabinets, two bedrooms, beautiful hard wood flooring, elevator, controlled access, beautiful view of the city at your feet. Oh and a community gym as well, parking..."
"I love it," I smiled brightly at the beautiful fully furnished apartment on the Upper East Side that my company booked for me. It was too luxurious and too big f
