Emerson adjusted his tie as he rode the elevator up to Sean’s floor. Getting here had been relatively easy—a thirty-minute subway ride for being only three miles away—but gaining entry had been harder. The swanky apartment complex across from Central Park gave access to authorized people only. Of course, Emerson had been on the list, but he’d felt nervous under the eyes of the security guard who stopped him.
He switched the bouquet of roses to his other hand. It was nowhere near as elaborate as the one Sean sent him, but it was pretty and fragrant. Hopefully, Sean would agree it was the thought that counted.
As he exited the third floor, he looked down the long hallway, trying to spy the numbers. He spotted Sean’s on the left. Even here, the building was extravagant, with fancy carpets a
