The penthouse was obscene in a way that made Alex pause just inside the threshold. Her hand is loosely curled around the strap of her bag as she took in the space with slow, measured disbelief.
It stretched outward in a seamless blend of glass, marble, and shadowed steel. Every surface was polished to quiet perfection, every detail curated with the kind of wealth that didn’t need to announce itself because it assumed the world already knew.
Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the main living area, revealing Manhattan in a glittering sprawl of light and motion below. Carefully chosen modern art lined the walls in pieces Alex suspected cost more than her first office lease.
It was breathtaking, and entirely too much.
“Jesus,” Alex muttered under her breath, stepping farther inside as
