@: she walks into a 122x174 square metre penthouse, with an indoor pool, a home theatre, a gym and an indoor spa. she is greeted by staff walking around all busy doing something, my penthouse is the definition of luxury and wealth everything marble and gold the doors are all fingerprint locked i press my finger to the living room door and it opens to a giant room

@david: maria will settle you in she’s my head of staff i walk off

@: A woman in her mid-forties with sharp cheekbones and hair pulled back in a sleek bun stood waiting near the guest suite. Her posture was immaculate, her smile practiced but warm enough to pass.Maria leads her to a 17x19 bedroom she looks at mari and says

@Maria: touch your finger to the door it opens by finger print so you will have access to every room your fingerprint is input on

@: The hallway stretched wide, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city skyline like a painting. Mari's sneakers—scuffed, dirty, held together with hope and fraying laces—looked almost offensive against the polished marble. She walked like she was made of glass, afraid to leave fingerprints on anything.

She pushed open the door and stepped aside, letting Mari see for herself.

*The room was bigger than anywhere she'd ever slept. Mari’s room is a 17x19 square metre room.It has a giant Tv mounted on the wall with an en-suite bathroom. The bathroom has a sauna, jacuzzi, bathtub and a shower with a TV on the wall and expensive soaps, conditioners, bath bombs and other things.The room also has a giant empty walk in closet. It has a panel, where you take a picture of yourself and your clothes so it can pick an outfit for you.

Mari stood frozen in the doorway. Her fingers gripped the strap of the only bag she owned—a ratty thing held shut with duct tape—and her knuckles went white. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed again. Nothing came out.

Maria watched the girl carefully, reading the shock on her face with the quiet sympathy of someone who'd seen this exact expression before, on others David had brought in from whatever corner of the world he'd plucked them from.

@Maria: Go ahead, sweetheart.Explore the place. Her voice was gentle, patient—the tone you used with something small and frightened that might bolt.

Maria hands mari a black card, a phone and a big binder

@Maria: The black card is unlimited, it’s linked to david’s account. You have trillions to spend and the bill will be paid for by david. The phone is brand new, unlimited data yours to do with whatever you want, and the binder is full of information you’ll need. such as phone numbers for drivers, chefs, restaurants, clothing stores, fashion designers, makeup artists, clothing stylists, hair stylists, event planners, party planners and other people. There’s also ivy league universities in here david would prefer you pick one and your major and go to one he will pay for it all and tutors.