Chapter 36
The following Wednesday, after she’d spent the morning in Manhattan taking pictures of a glitzy new Mexican-Chinese fusion restaurant, Quinn headed to Maya’s. She could get used to having a pad on the other side of the East River. She wasn’t sure she could live outside of Brooklyn—she never had since she’d moved to the city—but she sure could get used to the luxuries Maya’s condo offered.
When she arrived the doorman was already holding the door for an older man in a very colorful, debonair suit.
Before Quinn could say she was here for Maya Mercer, the doorman held up a finger and said, “Fifth floor. You and Mr. Levison are getting off at the same floor. I’ll ring up to Mrs. Mercer while you’re in the elevator.” So much for doorman discretion.
The elevator doors had barely c
