studio plans spread across my dining table.
“How long have you been planning this?”
Logan hesitated.
“About two months.”
Madison had already promised a business partner that she would begin producing content from the penthouse on Monday.
Dad had even told the concierge I was moving out voluntarily.
Nobody, however, had contacted the company that actually owned the building.
So I asked the most obvious question.
“Who pays the rent after I leave?”
Nobody answered.
Finally, Dad said, “You can cover another couple of months while Logan gets established.”
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