Once inside, Theo pulls me towards a desk sitting in the large foyer. Is this how it’s going to be from now on, Theo just pulling me wherever he wants me like I’m some damned pet? Off the side of the desk are some elevators, I can see my own reflection in the stainless-steel doors. Suffice to say, I have something else to be embarrassed about. I look down feeling very out of place. Theo is talking to the receptionist. The place is indeed like a hotel with its red and gold décor and thick black carpets.
Turning around, Theo thanks the woman, who’s eyeing me with the fakest smile plastered on her face. “Come, the movers left everything in the apartment.” I follow after him. I’m on the bottom floor, which I'm relieved about, as I always thought apartment buildings were fire traps.
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