Rachel’s condo in Hong Kong was not on the top floor. It was a three-bedroom place on the ninety-seventh floor. The rooms were much smaller than I was used to, even smaller than my own condo.
“Don’t worry about the size,” Rachel assured me. “We’ll only be staying here to sleep…unless we meet someone interesting.” She laughed as she looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
The view out of the windows was incredible. You could see the entire harbor and some of the airport from the living room. From that floor, you could feel the building swaying, not much, but it was still noticeable.
“I can see why there are no balconies,” I observed.
Rachel laughed. “If there was one, you know I’d have it. Can you imagine what it would feel like?”
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