Jackson stood in front of apartment 809, his hand hovering over the doorbell. He took a deep breath, smoothed his shirt, and pressed the button. The muffled chime echoed from within.
A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Isabella. Her hair was slightly tousled, and she wore a casual outfit that looked comfortable and stylish.
Isabella stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come on in, Mr. Penthouse. Let's see how the other half lives."
He stepped inside and surveyed the apartment. It was sleek and modern, with tasteful decor and a view of the city that, while not as breathtaking as his penthouse, was still impressive.
"So," she said, closing the door behind him, "what do you think? Not quite up to your new standards, but it's home."
Jackson nodded appreciatively. "It's n
