I have to hustle in my three-inch heels to keep up with Jack’s long stride as he leads me down the hallway, toward a door marked “Penthouse”. Naturally. Jack slides in his key card and wrenches the penthouse door wide open. He turns to me with an over-the-top sweep of his arm, making a big show of holding the door for me. I storm into the room, arms so tightly crossed across my chest that I can feel my heart hammering against them, as if trying to escape. The lights switch on all at once, and sheer awe is added to the heady cocktail of feelings whirling inside of me. I’m standing in the middle of the sprawling penthouse, gaping at the enormity of the space. You could easily fit four of my apartment under this suite’s impossibly high ceilings. The main area features a sunken living room, fully-stocked kitchenette, and three separate flat screen TVs. But the most amazing feature of all is the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the penthouse’s far walls. Through the length of windows, a panoramic view of midtown Manhattan is on display.
