Samantha watched an old maid in a strict but loose black uniform arrange the tea set on the coffee table in front of her.
'I did not want to come here, I'd rather we met in a public place but Kyle insisted on my meeting him here to protect my privacy, so here I am... God, after Richard's mansion, this place feels suffocating.'
Sipping on her tea, Samantha took a quick look around the living room, grimacing in clear disgust.
Jason's apartment was not small; it actually looked just as she imagined it, however, it was still rather plain compared to the places she had visited so far.
The surrounding design was simple yet tasteful––a clear indication of hire professionalism rather than personal taste. A few antique pieces stood out drastically, looking somewhat out of place, but the woman ignored them as she understood the rich people's need to flex with such useless things.
