Thomas rode to Clark’s apartment with Clark. His boss had explained his apartment building was high security and it would be a hassle for Thomas to find somewhere to park.
When Clark drove up Wilshire Boulevard in Westwood, Thomas decided he was glad he hadn’t taken his boring little reliable Honda sedan. The gate Clark opened with a push of a button was for one of the high-rise apartment buildings on Wilshire. The kind that came with snooty old women, toy-sized dogs, and a doorman.
“Wow, I didn’t know you lived in one of these places,” Thomas said as Clark pulled into his assigned space in the underground-parking lot.
“Yeah, it’s a bit pretentious.” Clark turned off his car. They got out and walked the few feet to a back entrance with glass doors. Clark slid a security card through a s
