Chapter 10 - TRIBECA: WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?

The city lights shimmered outside my penthouse windows, a glittering sea of neon and glass. But I couldn't see them. My gaze was fixed on the phone, my thumb tracing the edge of my silver case. I was on the phone with one of the estate managers, the one I had a contract with for high-end properties.

"Anything available?" I asked, my voice clipped, the words barely a whisper above the city's hum.

"Mr. Rossi, you know I only deal with the best. Right now, I have a stunning three-bedroom penthouse in Tribeca, but it's going fast. There's also a beautiful townhouse in Greenwich Village, but that one requires a full renovation. And then there's a lovely modern apartment on the Upper West Side…"

I stopped him, "Just the penthouse in Tribeca."

My thumb moved to the call-end button, but I paused, my mind racing. She didn't need a penthouse, but I wanted her to have the best.

I hated this. I hated how this woman, my assistant, was getting under my skin. I was supposed to be above all this,