after their trip to Hawaii.
“Monsieur Fredrik, I trust you know where my new apartment
is, I would very much like to go there.”
“Yes Madame Felicity as you wish.”
Monsieur Fredrik pulled up to a huge luxury high rise apartment
block. Felicity was greeted by what she presumed was a bell
boy; she held out her hand to be kissed, the young man looked
confused and nervously started to shake it.
“Ms Jameson may I take this opportunity to welcome you to
Stanley Apartments, I do believe you have purchased one of our
most luxurious pent house on the top floor with a delightful east
facing terrace garden. If you’d be so kind to follow me, I’ll
escort you to your new home.”
Felicity obediently followed instructing Monsieur Fredrik to
bring her suitcases along. The young man showed her the
reception area informing her that it was fully staffed twenty four
hours a day, in the event of his client needing any extra services
such as dry cleaning, the reporting of any faults that may occur
and by the off chance that if she were to lose her keys they
would have duplicates at her request. Felicity set her eyes on the
various elevators opposite each other and followed the bell boy
into one of them. A few minutes of strained silence passed in
the floor to ceiling mirrored elevator until they reached the top
floor and then she was presented with her keys for her new
apartment, and underground parking swipe card. She noticed
the young man had a name badge, he was called Peter.
“Thank you Peter, that will be all for now.”
Felicity dismissed him as though he was a piece of dirt on her
shoe. Peter patiently waited for his tip, but Felicity just waved
her hand at him to leave.
Peter stood there speechless as he had never been treated like
this in all his five years here and was secretly outraged by this
arrogant young women’s abruptness.
“As you wish Ms Pear
son, if you require any further information
please feel free to call reception, the numbers are on the back of
your apartment doors.”
“Young man you may address me as Madame Jameson
. I don’t
respond to Ms thank you, now be off with you. Monsieur
Fredrik if you wouldn’t mind doing the honors please.”
With this she handed him her set of keys waiting for him to open
the beautiful arched solid oak double doors to her new life. The
first thing that hit her senses was the smell of fresh paint, she
laid her eyes upon the huge entrance hall with great Italian
Marmorino plaster high walls, she couldn’t believe what she was
seeing the pleasingly textural effect that seemed to emphasize a
sophisticated feel. Giant hand painted mirrors, with a huge gall
robe, enough for a family of six people. She couldn’t wait to
explore the rest of the apartment.
Monsieur Fredrik began to open further double arched doors that
revealed a huge spacious living area several red oak french
doors leading out to a large terrace garden.
Felicity absolutely adored the 1973 Steinway Ebony piano, its
contemporary style fitted with the ultra modern long L shaped
couch in black leather. The whole apartment was open plan
except for the two king sized bedrooms and two luxurious
bathrooms.
A giant ultra sleek and modern Italian kitchen with integrated
counter top sinks and stainless steel appliances, combined with a
huge breakfast bar and modern open plan dining area. Felicity
noticed cellophane, labels and tags on all the appliances and
furniture, and soon realised it was more than likely that
everything was brand new, never used. The high wall and
ceilings were freshly painted in a delicate shade of rustic cream.
Felicity envisaged the bare walls as a huge blank canvass that
she could decorate with European art and historical landmarks.
Opening the French doors stepping out in to her giant terrace
filled with Portuguese topiary trees, Acer palmate fire glow, and
Japanese shaped cloud trees, she inhaled the deep fresh air,
exhaling it slowly. She had to hold
“Monsieur Fredrik, I trust you know where my new apartment
is, I would very much like to go there.”
“Yes Madame Felicity as you wish.”
Monsieur Fredrik pulled up to a huge luxury high rise apartment
block. Felicity was greeted by what she presumed was a bell
boy; she held out her hand to be kissed, the young man looked
confused and nervously started to shake it.
“Ms Jameson may I take this opportunity to welcome you to
Stanley Apartments, I do believe you have purchased one of our
most luxurious pent house on the top floor with a delightful east
facing terrace garden. If you’d be so kind to follow me, I’ll
escort you to your new home.”
Felicity obediently followed instructing Monsieur Fredrik to
bring her suitcases along. The young man showed her the
reception area informing her that it was fully staffed twenty four
hours a day, in the event of his client needing any extra services
such as dry cleaning, the reporting of any faults that may occur
and by the off chance that if she were to lose her keys they
would have duplicates at her request. Felicity set her eyes on the
various elevators opposite each other and followed the bell boy
into one of them. A few minutes of strained silence passed in
the floor to ceiling mirrored elevator until they reached the top
floor and then she was presented with her keys for her new
apartment, and underground parking swipe card. She noticed
the young man had a name badge, he was called Peter.
“Thank you Peter, that will be all for now.”
Felicity dismissed him as though he was a piece of dirt on her
shoe. Peter patiently waited for his tip, but Felicity just waved
her hand at him to leave.
Peter stood there speechless as he had never been treated like
this in all his five years here and was secretly outraged by this
arrogant young women’s abruptness.
“As you wish Ms Pear
son, if you require any further information
please feel free to call reception, the numbers are on the back of
your apartment doors.”
“Young man you may address me as Madame Jameson
. I don’t
respond to Ms thank you, now be off with you. Monsieur
Fredrik if you wouldn’t mind doing the honors please.”
With this she handed him her set of keys waiting for him to open
the beautiful arched solid oak double doors to her new life. The
first thing that hit her senses was the smell of fresh paint, she
laid her eyes upon the huge entrance hall with great Italian
Marmorino plaster high walls, she couldn’t believe what she was
seeing the pleasingly textural effect that seemed to emphasize a
sophisticated feel. Giant hand painted mirrors, with a huge gall
robe, enough for a family of six people. She couldn’t wait to
explore the rest of the apartment.
Monsieur Fredrik began to open further double arched doors that
revealed a huge spacious living area several red oak french
doors leading out to a large terrace garden.
Felicity absolutely adored the 1973 Steinway Ebony piano, its
contemporary style fitted with the ultra modern long L shaped
couch in black leather. The whole apartment was open plan
except for the two king sized bedrooms and two luxurious
bathrooms.
A giant ultra sleek and modern Italian kitchen with integrated
counter top sinks and stainless steel appliances, combined with a
huge breakfast bar and modern open plan dining area. Felicity
noticed cellophane, labels and tags on all the appliances and
furniture, and soon realised it was more than likely that
everything was brand new, never used. The high wall and
ceilings were freshly painted in a delicate shade of rustic cream.
Felicity envisaged the bare walls as a huge blank canvass that
she could decorate with European art and historical landmarks.
Opening the French doors stepping out in to her giant terrace
filled with Portuguese topiary trees, Acer palmate fire glow, and
Japanese shaped cloud trees, she inhaled the deep fresh air,
exhaling it slowly. She had to hold
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