I spent my day going to the gym, grocery shopping, and sweet-talking a few potential investors. I then made the mistake of checking my bank account and regretted the decision immediately. I was fast approaching being in the red, and I still had to pay Dylan an unfathomable amount of money. By the time I returned to the apartment building, it was ten at night. I ended up hitting the fifth-floor button on my way up to my penthouse. It was Dylan’s first week in New York. The least I could do was make sure she’d survived it.
