Page 73 of Six Years
“No, we have to thankyou. You’re bringing a little light into Grey’s life.”
Yeah, I know that much by now.
Chapter 2
“my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers”—7 rings by Ariana Grande
March 2025
Even just standingoutside of that apartment complex makes me feel poor, and I’m not. It’s almost completely reflective, and the entrance doors…wow. It looks like walking into asuperfancy Luis Vuitton store, and they’re already as fancy as it gets.
Depending on which side his apartment is on, he should also have a pretty amazing view on the Empire State Building.
Living here must costmillions.
I almost don’t dare walking in there, that’s how cheap I feel wearing sweatpants and my yellow smile hoodie. It wouldn’t surprise me if they throw me out for just wearing anything but an expensive suit. But for Grey, I do so anyway.
Looking around the lobby, my jaw is on the floor almost immediately, but thank fuck I can swallow down my astonishment on the outside.
Grey Davis liveshere?! No wonder his shower looks like there’s space for a whole soccer team. How can he be willing to leave this place for more days than he’s here? If I lived here, I’d never step foot outside ever again.
Anyway, I walk up to the reception only to get stared at with a very questioning look. I get it, I look like a homeless guy in here, I looked at myself the same way when I passed one of the mirrors in here.
“Hi, how may I help you?” the woman asks, offering me a customer-tending smile.
What do I even say?I’d like to visit Grey Davis.That sounds wrong. Let’s treat this like a hotel then, I think that’s safer.
“Could you tell me the apartment number of Grey Davis?”
Her eyebrows quip up for a moment before she hides her surprise. “Are you on the visitor list?”
I don’t think so. “Probably not?”
“May I have your name, sir?”
“Luan Hayes.” Wait, I was supposed to say I want to see Miles, not Grey. Shit.
She clicks a few buttons on the iMac before her. Her eyes widen drastically when she reads something on that screen, I wonder what it says.
I swear if he blacklisted me…
“For safety reasons, I’m going to have to see your ID before letting you up.” That sounds about right.
I pull out my wallet and hand over my ID, only for her to clear her throat as she tries not to show any reaction.What is happening?
“Grey Davis was it?”
I nod, again forgetting that I’m supposed to say Miles. Before I get the chance to correct myself, the woman reaches into a drawer and pulls out a key then slides it over the counter to me. “Apartment 26B, twenty-fifth floor. Mr. Davis asked us to give you a key should you ever show up.”
What? Why would he do that?
Probably because he knew if I showed up, I wouldn’t exactly tell him about it, and in case he wasn’t home, I’d still get inside. That’s the logical reason, right?
“Okay, thank you.”
She hands me back my ID and points me to the elevators.
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