Emma's POV
I instructed the cab driver to drop me off at an apartment complex in the city. I still didn't know my way around New York and had to be wandering around like a mad woman, especially now that I was alone and now venerable to the open world. I couldn't hire security or buy camera systems like Ethan. But I was grateful he had placed ten thousand dollars in my personal savings account the day after my birthday; although I had told him not to and that I wasn't after his money, he insisted. Now, it came in handy along with the other monies I'd saved from being his maid.
I arrived at a neat hotel building, about five miles away from the mansion. It was private and there were security guards on the compound.
"Hello, my name is Emma. I would like to rent an apartment. Are there any r
