Ronald said as he opened the door for David. “Put the finishing touches on the penthouse myself this afternoon.”“Thanks Ronald. That’ll be all. Pick me up in the morning, 7:30 sharp!”“Got it! Have a great evening, sir.”“You too.”David punched in the personal access code to take him to the penthouse. This was a standard, monthly meeting, and he was quite anxious to get everything settled and clear the air. The last month had been particularly complicated; he needed to make sure they were still on the same page.The refreshing wave of cool air conditioning nearly knocked him down as he entered the penthouse. It was brightly lit, her familiar soft jazz played in the background, and it nearly always calmed his nerves. David needed this, and much more important, he deserved it. He took note that the flower arrangements he’d ordered for her were especially nice. The opened boxes from Saks Fifth Avenue that were strewn across the love seat told him that she’d enjoyed his bank account this afternoon.
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