To new beginnings - I
There was a car already waiting for her when she stepped out. Carson held the door open for her and even handed her her phone that she now noticed.
They had taken her phone from the apartment?
He took it from him and settled in the car. Carson closed the door for her and the driver drove off.
Grace logged out of the windows as the familiar streets came to be after sometime. The mansions and estates were on The other much greener and of New York and it was often Christian or his driver that drove her back and forth to the mansion if she needed to go there.
Fifth avenue. Mr Miller had got her a home in fifth avenue?!
Had that man forgotten that she did not have enough resources to pay around $25,000 for rent? That was not even the rent of a bakery which was now demolished!
"Mr Miller has bought the apartment ma'am," the driver told her and she met his eyes through the rear view mirror for a second before he looked away, "The watchman is aware that you are coming by today. If there is any help needed in moving, the staff will help you."
She nodded not caring for the fact If the man was getting the reaction that she had given him or not. He parked the car in front of the Avenue where the parking was and opened the door for Grace who was too shocked to do it herself.
She was met with people dressed in nines and immediately looked down on hoodie and large track pants. Both of them are over-sized.
This felt like she was the daughter of the richest man on the planet. Because the interior was amazing!
Grace felt intimidated by everything. Everything was too shiny and she was thankful that the driver did not stop. It seemed like the receptionist had handed him the key and he took her to the left from where they were right in front of her room moments after.
"Here ma'am," he handed her the key, "I am your designated driver. I am on call number five on the intercom. I will be here from eight o'clock in the morning to ten at night." He gave her a tight smile and a small bow before walking out leaving her to stand in front of an apartment with the key in her hand.
The very apartment cost approximately millions and she knew she could have never afforded it. At least not before her thirties.
She opened the door and almost gasped.
The house was beautiful even if the walls were bare of the decorations.
The furniture was already there and everything else that was already there matched it. From the colour of the walls to the curtains to the wood in the furniture everything was a match and she could see that Mr Miller had deliberately avoided putting decorations because she would have wanted to put them on her own.
She threw the key on the table and walked to the balcony. The view was much better than what her old apartment had and it was obvious because this caused $20,000 a month!
She opened the calls. There were only two people that she called the most. One was her grandmother and the other was Christian. Her hand hovered over his number before clicking it and pressing the loudspeaker button.
. . .the number that you h—
She hung up.