We spent the afternoon on the terrace of her room, drinking tea. It was a pleasant time, something I've been dreaming of doing with her. Just a lazy afternoon talking about everything and nothing.
"Which part of New York were you staying in when you were living here?" I asked her.
"Lower Manhattan. My dad and I are staying at 50 West Street. I mean- he's the one who still does."
"50 West Street? One of those million dollar penthouses?"
"Yes. My father is not into luxury residences. The penthouse is convenient for him, both its location and size. I'm sure he has other estates but he hasn't lived anywhere but the penthouse."
25 million is not a luxury huh? I heard that's how much a 50 West penthouse costs. Senti told me once.
"You have a lot of money," I teased.
"My father does."
"Yeah. And you are only the heir to all of it."
She said nothing and just sipped her tea.