54. Chloe
54
CHLOE
I walked up to The Regal, a new place that Sean had insisted I meet him at.
It had been a scary week after realizing that he’d been in an accident.
He’d taken it easy during my last few days at work with him, and I hadn’t seen him at work much, even though we’d met up at home every evening.
I’d had a tough time saying goodbye to some people at Tassater I’d grown close to.
I had a couple of job offers in hand, all of which were like the job I had just completed for Sean.
I was still hoping to pass my PMP exam, and apply for a different role once I passed.
I’m on my way over , he had texted.
I want you to take a look at this place and let me know what you think.
I’ll see you there.
Wondering if this was another of his real estate investment places, I made my way up the sidewalk, slowing down when I reached the entrance.
I’d wanted to talk to him, to let him know about Henry’s college admission, and the phone had not seemed like a good place for that.
I’d been texting Erin a lot lately, and she had been so much fun to talk to.
I loved seeing her and Sean bond with each other.
I’d grown so comfortable with her that I realized I’d miss her when things with Sean eventually ended.
Her, Lucas, and, of course, my Sean.
There wouldn’t be another man like him again.
Of that much, I was sure.
I was a fool, but a loyal fool, and I would have to pay for the mistakes my dad and I had made.
Mistakes that had brought Henry to where he was.
I reached the address Sean had given me.
At the apartment, the doorman recognized me.
“You can head on in, ma’am,” he said, much to my surprise, and led me to the elevator.
“I’ll let you in.”
“We’ve never met before,” I pointed out, shaking his hand as I introduced myself.
“I’m David,” he said.
“And Mr. Tassater showed me a picture of you and asked me to make sure you have access.”
Stunned, I walked into the elevator, which I noticed was plenty big.
I hit the button for the penthouse, and the elevator slowly took me up.
When the doors opened, it did so directly to a living room.
My mouth fell open when I saw the ten-foot ceiling and the soft orange glow of the setting sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A Banksy painting hung on the wall with its thinker monkey, next to a more peaceful Monet painting of the countryside.
I walked in, my footsteps muffled by the plush beige carpet that covered the large living area.
The room had an open floor plan that led to a gleaming kitchen with shiny stainless steel appliances.
Through the window, I could see an expansive view of the New York skyline, its twinkling lights a stark contrast against the darkening sky, and I inhaled sharply.
I could never get used to this sight.
The door pushed open behind me, and I turned to see Sean.