Chapter 8 - Moving Into The Maid Quarters Of The Penthouse
Two days later, an executive car picked up Abigail and her sparse belongings from her cramped apartment in Queens to relocate her to the penthouse staff suite. The suite was larger than her family's entire apartment, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, a private marble bathroom, and a plush king-sized bed.
Abigail placed her mother's battered feather duster, Pearl, on the nightstand beside a vase of fresh white lilies that Julian had ordered for her room. She walked out into the massive living area, where Julian was reviewing financial reports on his tablet while sipping black coffee.
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"Your signing bonus was wired to your bank account this morning," Julian said without looking up from his screen. "Your father's rehabilitation center in Brooklyn has been paid in full for the next six months."
Abigail swallowed hard, stepping into the room with a deep sense of gratitude mingled with growing apprehension. "How can I ever repay you for this, Mr. Cross?" she asked softly.
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