He scoffed inwardly as he stepped inside the elevator. The receptionist told him to just take the top floor when he gave Nate's name. Apparently, he had already given his name to the concierge. They didn't ask for his identification card when he asked to see Nate, nor question his purpose for visiting.
Staring at the number panel on the elevator, his eyebrows furrowed. The building has eighty floors and the receptionist told him to just go to the top floor. Does it mean that Nate lives on the 80th floor?
He knew that Nate had money. The Maybach wasn't cheap. And he must have come from old money for him to get a membership at Black Alley. Now, this residential building.
He was exposed to people that sleep with money. He had been working with the Morgans since he was seventeen. He had to chauffeur Lilly from one party to the next. He saw how different people with money acted. He just wished that Nate wasn't one of those freaks.
