ver parked it in the private garag

the lobby. A flickering holographic display cast long, dancing shadows against the polished marble. It looked

d, his voice small. "Pen

heavy suitcase from the trunk as i

he doors opened directly into the apartment. By the time t

pen the massive steel door. I

ental note: Add

oom held a sprawling sectional sofa and a wall that was a single tele

eement, we have separate rooms. B

." He rubbed the back of his neck, a feigned gesture of casualness. "Actually, Grace, I have bad news. The hol

ened. "What? So

ess your professional funds. But I'll hand

both in the same boat. We'll... figure it out." She pointed to the en-suite bat

ed. The showerhead was a rainfall fixture the size of a dinner plate

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wrapped a thick, plush towel a

hey were charcoal grey silk. They were pl

bright red. "It was in a drawer marked 'Guest Attire'. I

ark silk. His left eye

Grace said, tossing it

the kitchen to

ously soft. He looked in the mirror, ran a hand through hi

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with a single t

ooked like takeout ramen on the massive marble island. She looked up,

s served,

ooked at his wife, who was trying so hard to be

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