Thanks to 'dave_brown' for the Massage Chair gift. 2 BONUS chapters coming next.
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The glass doors slid open with a whisper, allowing the cool evening air of Aurelia to rush into the penthouse. The terrace of the Zenith felt less like a balcony and more like a private island suspended in the sky. The waterfall hummed to their left, a curtain of illuminated water that spilled into a marble basin, while the city lights below flickered like a sea of fallen stars.
Jake walked to the edge, leaning his elbows on the reinforced glass railing. The weight of the Patek Philippe on his left wrist was substantial, a cold, mechanical reminder of the day's excess. He felt the phantom itch of his old life—the cramped library cubicles and the constant counting of coins—clashing with the reality of the silk-lined trousers he was now wearing.
