Tristan pulled up in front of one of those high rises just the kind he lives in and sighed. Climbing out, he once again pulled Merissa up in his arms and headed inside after answering the suspicious questions of the doorman. I pondered over whether to follow him or not and in the end went after him nevertheless.
"She has the penthouse," He told the lift man and he nodded. Wow. She was rich alright, didn't just looked that way.
The doors opened into an elaborate living room which was empty except for a plump woman in a white apron who was dusting and humming to herself. She was a little startled by the interference in the otherwise silent apartment and when she spotted Tristan, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Mr. Jacques!" She exclaimed, startled and not too pleased to see him before
