The ride to Maxen's townhome should have been short, except for all the long blocks that they had to circle around because of the one-way roads.
It was a six-floor limestone townhome in the Upper East Side between Madison and Park Avenue, a good two-blocks away from Central Park.
Using the keycard that Maxen gave her, she dragged her bedtime and toiletries luggage to the elevator that had direct access to the master bedroom on the fifth floor.
She should take a bath, instead, she opened her luggage, pulling out her laptop. While she was waiting for it to boot up, she removed her strappy heels, neatly placing it on the spot where she got a fresh pair of fluffy indoor slippers.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It didn't take long for Olivia to pull up Fiona Chung's itinerary, her heart racing in her chest as it tried to connect her timeline with Maxen.
