A car was waiting when we landed.
"Where are we going first?" I asked as we drove into the city.
"The penthouse. Drop off your bag. Then the office."
"You're really taking me to the office tonight?"
"You'll see."
The house was in Midtown, sleek, modern, impossibly tall. The kind of place that screamed money.
"Mr. Wayne," the security greeted him like an old friend. "Welcome back."
"Thanks, Marco. This is Elena. My wife."
Marco's eyes widened slightly, surprised but professional. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Wayne.
We rode the elevator to the top floor, and when Enzo opened the door, I understood why it was called a penthouse.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A living room that was bigger than my entire apartment. A bedroom with a bed that looked like it belon
