Lurgard.
The rich, comforting aroma of roasted rosemary chicken and garlic butter risotto drifted out from the kitchen, filling the vast dining lounge with a warm, welcoming scent.
I stood by the long dark-oak dining table, taking two crystal water glasses from the sideboard and placing them neatly on the polished surface. I had swapped my tailored corporate suit for a pair of black sweatpants and a loose dark t-shirt, letting my body breathe after a long day of playing high-rise executive security.
My ears, sharp and attuned to every subtle sound in this penthouse, picked up the soft padding of bare feet coming down the main carpeted hallway.
