The black SUV came to a stop in front of the residential building gate in the High Avenue area. The residences here weren't overly expensive, but they weren't cheap either.
Natalie had purchased a home for herself a few months ago, having earned enough as a director at Browns. However, she had never had the chance to move in, not wanting to upset her grandfather, who was thrilled to have her back and preferred her to stay with him.
The security guard allowed the car to enter the premises. As soon as Natalie stepped out, a truck arrived, filled with the items she had already ordered to furnish her new home. Spending that boring time in the hospital while selecting things for her home paid off.
"John, I might need your help today," Natalie said, now becoming accustomed to John's presence. Given her still paining ankle, having him help was not a bad idea when anyways he was going to be around to keep watch on her.
