A doorman wearing a deep burgundy waistcoat with gold braided epaulets jerked open the glass door and a woman carrying a briefcase burst out onto the street. Immediately, the doorman dashed to the curb, tweeting the whistle around his neck. A cab swooped over, and the woman was in and gone in seconds. According to Amanda, the building was filled with young professionals eager to make their mark in the business world. She actually thought these up-and-comers would be a good influence on Robbie. He shook his head as he passed through the brass elevator doors and drifted up to the twelfth floor. Once inside Robbie’s apartment, Robert froze to take in the disarray. Some kid was passed out on the sofa, a beer bottle tilted in the crook of his arm, the remains of the beer dripping off the boy’s elbow onto the leather cushions. The coffee table was piled with empty beer cans; an uncapped bottle of vodka sat half full. Ashes overflowed a saucer, and some of the cigarette butts looked like they had been stubbed out right on the glass tabletop.
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