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around and saw that the space was enough to house at least four cars. There were two expensive sports cars, Ferraris maybe, both black, parked. Next to the cars were several motorcycles of different makes. Street bikes, sports bikes, all black. It was a private garage, enclosed against what I assumed was an underground garage under his building. How much does something like this cost? I thought.
    A single elevator door opened and I turned to see Alexander standing in it, smiling. I had been so overtaken with the garage and all the toys inside that I hadn’t even noticed that Alexander had called the elevator down. I walked in and he swiped a keycard against a reader. The elevator began to climb noiseless and I noticed that there were no buttons on the elevator. A private elevator too? We stood in silence for a few minutes as the elevator climbed what I assumed to be dozens of floors to reach Alexander’s penthouse condo.
    The elevator doors opened. I was taken aback by his apartment immediately. Against my naked feet I could feel fine lacquered wood, dark cherry colored and perfectly maintained. The ceilings were incredibly high; a large chandelier hung from the center and sparkled in the evening sun. A staircase stood off to the side, leading up to another level in the apartment that overlooked the entire bottom level. I stood motionless, staring at the condo.
    “Welcome,” Alexander said.
    “Thank you,” I said, filled with wonder. “This isn’t exactly an apartment, you know?”
    “Oh?” Alexander said, a hint of intrigue in his voice.
    “No, this is a palace.”
    Alexander smiled. He walked into the condo and turned to me to gesture me in. I followed him as he climbed the stairs slowly. I marveled at the stairs themselves. They were a spiral staircase made out of what I could only assume was the finest, and most expensive, wood that I have ever seen. When we reached the top, we were in Alexander’s bedroom.
    “There is a bathroom with a nice shower for you. There’s a towel and a bathrobe hanging on the rack for you,” Alexander said. I paused to reflect that he said “a bathroom” and not “the bathroom”. How many bathrooms did he have in this place? “A set of clothes will be laid out for you by the time you get out of the shower.”
    He caressed my cheek softly with his hand. “Take your time, Samantha.”
    “Thank you,” I said.
    The bathroom was the size of my entire apartment. Fine granite was everywhere. The tiles were warm to the touch of my feet, and I realized that they must be heated. Expensive art from a bygone era lined the walls. Next to a window, a very large window that overlooked the entire city, a bonsai tree sat. It was perfectly maintained. I pictured Alexander Strauss standing naked before the window, in front of the entire city without anyone realizing it, trimming and watering his bonsai tree. Diligently maintaining it every day. I ran a hand very gently over the tree.
    The shower was the size of a sauna room. Four shower heads pointed down into a center point. I stood in that point, looking at the walls and trying to figure out how to even turn on the shower. There were only benches lining the walls that you could sit in if you so choose. All I wanted was the shower to wash off the sweat and anxiety of the day.
    “How do I start this shower?” I said aloud, beginning to feel very confused.
    A mechanical voice spoke out of nowhere. “Starting shower. Desired temperature?”
    He has a voice-operated shower! I suppose the CEO of a billion dollar engineering company would.
    “One hundred degrees, please,” I said.
    A few seconds passed and then perfectly warm water flowed out of the four shower heads. I let the water flow over me for a few minutes, letting the soothing flow of cleansing water purify me. I looked around and saw in the corner that an assortment of toiletries sat on one of the benches, obviously for me. Alexander Strauss had known from the beginning of the day