My chauffer comes around and lets me out. “Madam please go inside and the security desk will allow you up,” he says as I exit the Lincoln. A doorman opens the door as I enter and I find the fancy security desk right next to three elevators. “I’m here to see John Winters,” I explain. “Yes, I see you on the guest list. Next time you come just give your name and we will let you right up. He’s floor twelve number 1254.” I take the elevator to the correct floor and knock on the white door conveniently labeled 1254. “Hi Tylah,” He greets, opening the door in a pair of black pajama pants and white t-shirt. Very undressed but I suppose it is his apartment or condo. Whatever this place is called. “Hello Mr. Winters.” I fake a smile. I don’t want to be here, especially since I just saw Brad. I can’t get him out of my head. “Please, call me John.” He gestures to the living room and I stroll in ahead of him. He has an amazing view of the city. It’s not as high up as some but it’s still breathtaking.
