“How do the renovations look?” she asked.
“Really good, actually. A lot has changed, but I think you’ll like the flow of things.”
“Describe it to me.”
“I can try my best. So, you know where the front door was?” I asked.
“I’ve become very familiar with that door, yes.”
“Well, the front door isn’t there anymore.”
A silence fell over the phone call as a grin slid across my face.
“Sorry. I think you broke up there. What did you say with the front door?” Emma asked.
“It isn’t there anymore,” I said.
“Repeat that-.”
“Emma, the front door isn’t where it used to be.”
“Then where the hell is the damn front door?” she asked.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Ryan. This isn’t funny. What are you doing to our home?”
“Making it big enough for all of us.”
“By removing the front door?”
“No, by moving it down a level.”
“Now I’m really confused,” she said.
“Emma, I bought the level below my penthouse.”
“You what!?”
I threw my head back and laughed as I tried to figure out how I was going to tell her all this.
“Ryan Aaron, you tell me what you’ve done right now,” Emma said.
“I know you were concerned about what knocking down that wall would do. Especially to the kitchen. So, instead of knocking down that wall and ruining the smooth flow of the apartment, I bought the floor below us and combined the two.”
“You did what!?”
“I promise you, it’s going to look great.”
“You bought the floor below us. Don’t people live there?” she asked.
“Not anymore. They moved out about a year ago and the building hasn’t been able to sell it. The floor below us is designed differently from the other floors to get around both the staircase and the elevator. No one liked the design, so they had a hard time selling it off. I got it for a steal of a price.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“It only cost me fifteen million.”
“Holy fu-. I don’t-. Ryan, I can’t belie-.”